Red

The roof of my house is red.
The blood that gives me life, is red.
My favourite t-shirt is faded – red.
When I close my eyes, I see red.
The past is rusty, and red.
The fire that keeps me warm, is red
She is my life –
She is red.

Senryu (Broken)

some things get broken

in caring hands they are fixed –

or they mend crooked

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I photographed this stencil in Dunedin, New Zealand – it was pasted to the back of a bus stop.

The Wave

Somewhere out there it begins –

And the environment sustains its growth,

Always supporting, sometimes calming.

It rises, tall as a mountain poppy,

Tossing its head in the offshore breeze –

Until dashing itself to pieces

Upon the callous, unforgiving shore…

Hold my hand, I’m cold.