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Choosing Them Wisely

The times..... when a mind is ground to powder when tears spring when even the sky cries and the rivers rise When...... time has no meaning and words have lost theirs It is then...... that we realise that a word... Continue Reading →

Perfectly Flawed

It’s not everyday I see the self portrait of my soul with its uneven contours and discoloured patterns And see here- the jagged stitching across the chest? That’s scarring from when my heart was ripped out.... then repaired trampled ......... Continue Reading →

Voices of Freedom

This poem takes the first letter of each month from January to December. It’s a prayer to use our voices to right all wrongs in the coming year. Just because Freedom is like a Moth that fears no flames And... Continue Reading →

Dreams and Wishes

“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” Nursery rhyme Eyes flicker - on waking to a world basking in truth and humility The toast doesn’t burn The washing machine has defeated death The house preens and sparkles The kids bring... Continue Reading →

Without Words

Were they not words that created the world? But for words, our world would be as silent as the grave and darkness would still hover over the deep where the nights are not dark enough How would the vision be... Continue Reading →

Texts and The City

If I were to choose a holiday it would not be in yet another city -because already, I live in one so busy Lights...horns.... and vacant faces -everyone in a hurry and going places I’d choose a land without technology... Continue Reading →

The House in the Village

The last time I visited my father’s house   -the one he built in the village as his lasting legacy, it had morphed from a once-majestic monument- into a decaying husk of rubble. Covering my mouth as I walked the rooms... Continue Reading →

The Moment

I've been putting together selected poems from my blog, as well as adding some new ones in my forthcoming book, 'Becoming Ink'. This poem fitted the prompt of 'The Moment'. This is a poem reflecting 'the last straw'- as it... Continue Reading →

Saints and Sinners

To those who have been promised tomorrow and throw caution to the wind today and have not learned the lessons of yesterday How do you do it? For those who have hidden their nightmares better than others -leaving them free... Continue Reading →

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