Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.
Chosen path
Tag: travel
When humans are gone…
Like moaning witches
with stretching skin, dragging robes,
sea beds, years later.
Destroyer
Cuts the atmosphere,
blazing through clouds in its way—
bushfire in the sky.
Nostalgia
Summertime haven,
like walking into heaven—
photographs from then.
Shady
Slicing through the light,
casting shadows on my path,
many shades of green.
The Chaos Within 