Category Archives: poetry, neighbourhood, belonging

The window is open, the pillow is soft.  The ebb and flow of this neighborhood are my alarm clock and my lullabye. Soothed by the sounds of the unremarkable, lawn mowers and laughing, garbage trucks, the muffled overhead announcements from the school across the road. Saturday morning shouts from the open field, soccer and cricketContinue reading “Vicinitas”