Left lying on a bench in Brussels. What happened here?

What Happened Here?

This poem is inspired by the photo, taken in Brussels a couple of weeks ago. The rose, laying so purposefully, between two tubes of cardboard, made me wonder what happened the night before. Did two lovers just graduate from university and part ways, leaving this legacy behind? Or did young love blossom and they hastily…


Murderous Morning

This fine Monday morning I woke to find A murder chase ongoing. Scrabble left right Under sinks Over pipes tables While hungry barn cat wailed Outside. I tried to save the little one But two fur beasts are faster Than mama with no coffee In her. Rest in peace House mouse. Dems the breaks.