It’s the 9th of January 2026and every second thought since January 7th has been about a clutch of stuffed animals squeezed in the glove compartmentof an SUV in Minneapolis, USA.
Category: Poetry
It’s January 8th 2026 – A Poem
I took up my notebook today and started scribbling some notes for a poem. After a few lines, I was about to give up, thinking 'nothing is going to come from this.' But I kept going - a lot of the time I don't - and here's what became of those notes. p.s. If you… Continue reading It’s January 8th 2026 – A Poem
A Wyrd Of Her Own 