revolving doors
the lies
we tell ourselves
Author: Ingrid Baluchi
Temporarily resident in North Macedonia, Ingrid has spent much of her life travel-writing. Her micro-poetry has been published in international journals, in print and online. A retired teacher and professional artist, she has a deep love and respect for the natural world, and enjoys the quirky side of human nature.
spending time
with an old friend
copper beech
leaves—
reading
their skeletal epitaphs
Victorian showcase
the silence
of songbirds
stepping stones
the safe remarks
of small talk