Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.

Four Arcs of Belonging Hope Series of Micro Poetry In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A… Continue reading Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.

Daily grind

Day in day out,same thing, Daily grind, yawn, hide, everything, Same conversations, no variation, Stumbling along, no investigation, Small smiles, little spring, Life goes on, predictable swing, Grounded needing a firm foundation, Build, grow,make it an occasion, Day in day out, change a thing, Make each day count, starts within, Life in life out, that’s… Continue reading Daily grind