Welcoming myself to autumn

Hello, this is melancholy speaking.

Today is the day – a poem

Summer poem

My current relationship with writing

Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.

Lockdown week two: we’re good

Recap of the first dozen days in quarantine and how I am dealing with it

A poem without a name

This is happenning again

A melancholic poem

I moved into this town with two suitcases and nothing but a dream To live somewhere else. I came, I saw, and I lost - More of myself than I could have foreseen, But not enough to give up it all. Though the grass here is still emerald green, My heart longs for the early...

I fly like paper, get high like planes

New Year, old me

This year’s reflections

Looking back at 2019

Unironically – a poem

Quite so

Oops I am back here

Let's see how long it will last this time