47 Ag 107.868 (Silver)

  I had my hair trimmed yesterday The ends had split, begun to fray   But strangely I observed a blip While brushing out from root to tip   Sprouting proudly from my part New silver threads, like abstract art   Waving wildly from the crown Gleaming ‘midst the sea of brown   Such boldness … More 47 Ag 107.868 (Silver)

FORTY ONE

I remember writing a poem or some short piece of prose on my 19th birthday, and I recall it had a tone of uncertainty about it.  At 19 I had no idea what I would be doing with the rest of my life – vocation, relationships, location…all were a bit of a mystery.  It was … More FORTY ONE