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Just the Other Day….

The first time: Changing in the gym wrapped in a towel when: “Can you please replace these loo rolls?” rings shrilly in my ear I am so shocked I drop the key to my voice box and neither my voice... Continue Reading →

The Year, 2020

The year 2020 was the year grief wrapped itself around our bones and tightened its grip as thousands of spirits were ripped from flesh and hurled into the night sky The year 2020 was also the year the cup of... Continue Reading →

Silent Conversations

  What thoughts must run through the minds of grave-diggers and under-takers as exhaustion leeches from their bones ...as grief fills the air What conversation can be had between the living and the dead as graveyards fill and eyes fill... 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 →

Falling …. And Rising

. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →

I’m Good Enough

Oh the years I lived with self-doubt without a chance to sit it out it would just follow me about stopping my voice-sealing my shout Until I became bored with it and began to battle right back doubt fled my oncoming attack... Continue Reading →

That’s Life

The world is full of people who may suffer loneliness (at times) or crave aloneness (at times) But even then- they are greeted by the sun everyday and escorted home by the stars every night They may carry  bags full... Continue Reading →

Mastering My Soul

Flashback to when fear was the monster under my bed -when it was only in my head It grew with me blocking all I could see while I stumbled from failure to failure from self-doubt to despair -believing it was... Continue Reading →

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