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Follow the Tears

Sometimes there’s a pressure in your chest it might sit there like a rock or threaten to burst out (like some alien thing) ....and it won’t go away If you choose to visit this pressure if you dare to come... Continue Reading →

Panacea

It's Day 10 of National Poetry Month, and I've attempted a Chaucerian stanza. It's always a little tricky trying to get a message across whilst keeping to ‘rhyme rules’. So, just in case this gets lost in translation, this poem... Continue Reading →

Nostalgia on a Park Bench

A park bench daring to close just one eye -as history sidles up to me “Remember freedom? Without the handcuffs of the social-distance police in your periphery?” I sigh....... as freshly trapped air thrashes in the mesh of my mask... Continue Reading →

Being Brave

Fear thinks it’s got one up on me as it scrabbles along the walls of my mind stopping now and then to loom and roar showing me its red cavernous mouth as red as a thousand gaping wounds as crimson... Continue Reading →

The Slave-Master of Words

Does the poet not do violence to her words in that charged ether that bears witness to the pulling, the pushing and the pernicious placement of letters pleading to be left alone? She ignores their cries of woe daring them... Continue Reading →

Limitless

What do you call a poet that blooms in the darkness? What do call a cage of bones that hold a beating heart? What do you call a heavy silence weighted down unspoken words? And...... how do you describe a... Continue Reading →

Red Ribbon

It was time! Paula, whipped out her lucky red ribbon, as she and Rita raced towards their fighter jets. Within moments they were airborne. Rita fell in behind Paula- scanning her radar. All too soon, she picked up a menacing... Continue Reading →

Gently does it

There was a time when, if I dropped something, I'd pick it up without a second thought. Nowadays, when that happens, I yell for the kids (all the way upstairs or across town) to come pick it up! My yester... Continue Reading →

Respite

  On those days when tearing at the sky seems better than singing to the heavens When fire-breathing dragons  morph from belly butterflies And angry scars scream for attention ...that's when I remember that a warrior is permitted to have... Continue Reading →

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