Gut

Do you ever have someone look at you

and you can feel their lies?

You see their eyes,

make that shift.

To convince you, to deceive you,

to betray you.

It feels like a game.

One where we wait and see,

who believes it first.

I think it is you.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.