
Plastered on the walls,
is our regard for nature—
creative fiction.

Plastered on the walls,
is our regard for nature—
creative fiction.

Wilder than bushfire
spreading across the nation,
heartfelt gratitude.

Layperson’s refuge;
and learned’s weapon of choice,
poetry is life.

Online for the fed;
street corners for the starving;
all artists need walls.

Dripping icicles;
chilly shards run down my spine—
my whiskey blossoms.