I’ve often felt that wasps, have been misunderstood If the Universe created them, they must embody good So I made myself a promise, to never flinch again When a wasp buzzes by, look in its eye, slowly count to ten For days and weeks this little trick, worked magic like a charm As they flew … Continue reading Stung

Flat Surface

It sits there, so inviting, a wide expansive space Polished stone greets high rise chairs, nothing out of place There is beauty in the expanse, simplicity, clean lines A strategic, handpicked houseplant, readily aligns Until one fateful morning, a carelessly misplaced Tool of unknown origin appears, askew, displaced Before long more have gathered, a blight … Continue reading Flat Surface