The Future of Work
When I think about the daily grind of Nine to Five. I remember sitting in my office chair As a recent graduate. Updating my Myspace
poetry
A Hidden Trace
Beneath the pristine peaks and snow-capped mounds, Lie records of our past and future selves. A precious commodity lying dormant, Safe from prying eyes
Driving Stress
As distant rumblings pierce pastoral air, Each roaming frog recoils without a bound; Mechanical vibrations beat the ground, And conjure up strange feelings of despair.
The Deadly Rains
Within the arid heart of shifting sands, A swathe of ancient microbes team with life; When gluts of unseen rainfall drench these lands, They promise
A Temperate Disturbance
Within the temperate climes of wooded land, Disturbances are part of nature’s flow; But as the rising heat gets out of hand, The fingerprints of
Beating our Fears
Within the darkest webs of hidden fear, Bejewelled, unblinking octaves start to glow; The thought of spindly forelegs looming near, Can cause our buried angst
Records of our Future Past
Across the dusty plains of southwest lands, An empty dish lies buried in the sands; With taps turned off to nature’s moist supply, As climates
A Dusty Eviction
Within the grimy creases of our home, Lurk microbes poised and floating in the dust; A sullied sign that we are not alone. We
A (Mentally) Healthy Diet
Our mental health is complex and obscure, There is no simple truth for how we feel; Depression does not have a catch-all cure, But can
A Deficit in Spring
With rising heat, the Earth begins to bloom, The emerald hues a fervent sign of spring; And every breath of air that’s taken in, A