TABULA RASA.

It’s Latin, but I promise I’m not doing it to be bougie. Poem 196 of 365 – The path to the altar is worn;The grass trails away from it in increments, like a tattered shirt.My footsteps are heavy as I carry a corpse over my shoulder.My conscience is weighted as I imagine your cold stare. I’m […]

Graveyards, A Sonnet.

I might be a little morbid, but graveyards are some of my favourite places. What are yours? Poem 186 of 365 – The gravel crunches underneath my feetAnd yields to the wheels of my bicycle.I’m getting tired of my own company.Most consider this their peripheral. “Please keep right” advises the guardian:A sign that keeps watch […]