Couple o' Thoughts
"I wish I was a bird, soaring through the clouds light and dark, unconstrained by the technicalities of the societal laws."
Navy Nights
Poems written in the hour before sleep arrives
[Intro prose to be written by the poet. This is a placeholder — edit this section in your own words.]
There is a particular quality to the night when it is almost midnight and the city has not quite quieted. These poems live in that hour. In the gap between wanting to be somewhere else and accepting where you are.
Navy is the colour of the sky just before it decides to be black. These poems live in that indeterminate shade.
More poems from this collection will be added as they are written.