Poem: Gray

Even though it is now Spring Everything is gray Devoid of colour, lack of life Each and every day Same routine, same old song Dance to another’s tune The drum bangs on, and I grow tired And hope that it ends soon I want to believe that time soon comes When all is colour and … Continue reading →

Poem: From Guerrilla Park

I come to sit in this little place In an oasis in downtown Beside a brightly-coloured bridge With the city all around I wait for flowers to come and bloom And for the green to grow And dream of all the better things That we will come to know I see this city and all … Continue reading →