Jamesg

While walking earlier today, I noticed a few tall trees in the distance were starting to turn yellow. One tree in particular stands out to me; one changing faster than others, adding a new hue to the once all-green canopy of trees. I look around and start to notice the first signs of yellowing on other trees, too – the ends of branches tinted with the colour of the next seaso...

Wearing a distinguished red scarf, the fluffy librarian sits atop a shelf of books.

Of the stacks and stacks of stories and tales resting beneath, he knows all.

Edgar is a quiet, soft fellow — content contemplating closer to the clouds.

He could recite any poem from Dickinson —
or paint a portrait of the quietest, fullest Japanese coffee shop.

Ins...

the forever flutters
like a lantern,
warming, present.

to feel the boundaries of the paper loneliness hopes blankness fullness peripheries texture colour;

within its edges:
frames of beginnings.

(what if) home pages (were, are) ever-changing poems(?)