Poem inspired by a trip to Lanzarote - imagining a group of Viking traders shipwrecked in the land of the gods.

A poem about change, and my personal spiritual connection with the transformative power of nature.

A poem of hope written during the pandemic.

A poem of hope written during the pandemic.

justbe cause twogalaxies collide doesntmean theydie they justbe come ahotandheavy mess that theuniverse sortsout iwannabe withyou lightyears a way fromany thingelse lightyears a way fromany oneelse

A naked lady, in the forest, walked past me all alone. From the trees, fell the leaves, by the wind they were blown. In the stillness all around, The leaves fell to the ground. A naked lady, in the forest,

VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL Este es un nuevo paso para mí. Me entusiasma embarcarme en este nuevo estilo de compartir mis poemas. Espero con el tiempo dejar atrás la pena que me caracteriza e incluir mi voz en

O King of Concrete. original poetry and time-lapse video . by @d-pend O King of Concrete You toil for the regency of broken slats: seething infrastructure your would-be shield, boiling fields electric,