Poetry

Admin

In the humming heart of the office, Admin stands tall, a quiet titan— Filing, sorting, keeping order, Turning chaos into calm. With a click and a soft‑spoken “please”, She weaves schedules like delicate

Shuck

On the wind‑kissed pier at dawn, the tide pulls back its silver curtain, revealing rows of pearl‑clad secrets nestled in the cold, damp sand. A weather‑worn hand grips the knife, its blade catching

Tripe

Ode to Tripe In bustling market stalls, where aromas blend, A humble dish awaits the daring friend: Tripe, the cow’s soft lining, blanched and white, Simmered slow with onions, herbs, and bite. It

Shush

Shush! A soft sigh slips between the pages, A hush that curls like steam From a teacup left to cool, And in that quiet the world leans closer, Listening to the rustle of thoughts That dare

Whose

Whose fingers trace the moon’s soft veil, Whose sighs become the evening’s sigh, Whose laughter rolls down cobbled lanes, Whose tears collect in rain‑kissed gutters. Whose thoughts are whispered in the fog, Whose

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