Poetry A late-blooming second passion – short, personal, and a little more human than the sci-fi. View AllPoetry A woody heart I have a wooden heart For my lover knows this Read Poem → Awoken Who is to say it could not have worked out? Read Poem → A face covered I have a wooden heart For my lover knows Read Poem → Life takes a turn Life churns and burns We choose not to turn Read Poem →
