From poetry

The Afterlife

Where do we go when we die? Heaven, reincarnation or do we become trees? Read this poem I wrote exploring the possibilities.


A short poem about Emerald Lake in AB, Canada… “blurry and faded, abundant and tempting”

19 to 20

I’ve just turned 20. Here is a list of all the things of all the things I fear will change. (nb all of my fears are irrational)