Category: Poetry

The consensus seems to be that whatever beauty is, it does not last; but it and love are among the best things humanity has come up with.

I set out to make poetry from my everyday life that finds its place among the stars and in the mud at our feet, but I take poetry where I can find it, and sometimes the lives of others enter and take up residence in my heart.

I see poetry as our ultimate endeavour to describe those things that transcend language, of which beauty is one of the foremost occurrences. Poetry tries to lift the veil, to give us a new view on the beyond.

Beauty may be the unspoken reason why someone is so kind or listens so well. It may be a distilled version of love that appears after the years have fallen away — a version that either coexists in peace with one’s current life, or refuses to let go.

As the eye gazed out further, however, perspective was restored and the landscape was whole again. The vast green plains and honey-colored fields of Burgundy fanned out towards the horizon. The sun balanced like a copper penny on the thin line between day and night.