Sleeping in day-bed
Under heaps of blankets, just
Feels Dickensian.
Skat@2020
Sleeping in day-bed
Under heaps of blankets, just
Feels Dickensian.
Skat@2020
I waken
To an eerie sound
From afar,
Only to
Discover, it’s coming from
My left nostril.
Skat@2020
Vehicle shoots past
Dissolving into silence—
Life in the country
Skat@2020
He lies between us,
Stealing space, sharing my breath—
Boat-motor running
Skat@2020
Middle of the night,
Rodent’s stirring awakens–
My insomnia.
skat@2019