Whether sat quietly at the end of a tunnel or out and about chasing the darkness or even casting its glow on new ideas -light is forever busy illuminating, exposing and even beckoning to us -travelling at great speeds to... Continue Reading →
Amidst cumulus clouds of silence words lay writhing in the throes of death -unable to breathe... hence lying still These are the moments I dread the most When words die on my lips and silence thunders to the fore... Continue Reading →
With the opening of her cage door a canary takes a tentative step forward carefully stepping over grass and basil she spreads her little-used wings shaking off marigold dust only stopping to pick up a single yellow rose Free at... Continue Reading →
I want to change my name I want to be called 'cherished' I want to be called 'worthy' the old, bad names that bathed me in acid and fire sometimes call out to me in my night terrors sometimes they... Continue Reading →
....and so, I decided to swing going higher with each pass not daring to look below or around choosing to see the wood for the trees using crosswinds to propel me ever closer towards my dreams after all....it's what you... Continue Reading →
When itch comes to scratch are we really so different from one another? Are we? Tell me! We each- reach for that raging spot desperate to quiet its silent screams scratching and moaning in sweet relief ....as a satisfied mosquito... Continue Reading →
When trapped within the barbed-wire fence of your thoughts Do you search for hope through those perfect openings? Do you see the promised land beyond? If you just reach out with just a little faith and picture yourself soaring in... Continue Reading →
What do you call a creature with antlers that gore human flesh yet rests on such an innocent face? With fangs where sober teeth should lie dining on the misery of its kin-folk rejoicing at every morsel of misery? ....so... Continue Reading →
I aim to shatter the illusion of the quality of money’s embrace -no matter its finesse Even as a masterful lover it has no empathy for your cri de coeur -its catalogue littered with broken hearts ...marked by the brevity... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 