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Morning Observations

It’s 5 AM and the streets are quiet. I park my car by a corner-shop and pause to search for change. Passing me, in a crab-like walk, is a man. His head bobs and lolls as he shuffles down the... Continue Reading →

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A Spark

-Rupi Kaur Even if you are labelled as unworthy even if you are dragged into the dark even if you despise your own weakness even if you are beaten in body in mind in spirit Even if your mind unravels... Continue Reading →

One Day…….

..............as I blade of grass-I will wither as a beautiful flower-I will fade my jet black hair will be as silver and my years will slip into  shade So... I leave the stories of yesterday making the most of each... Continue Reading →

On The Platform

I change the narrative of my inner voice I don’t bargain with her I don’t give her a choice Her script is simple: “- falling is a possibility -doubts are part of humanity -fear is masked opportunity -failing is an... Continue Reading →

Misunderstood

For National Poetry Month this year, I wrote the following poem and pasted it on my Facebook page: In the beginning after the world was formed and mountains took shape and rivers determined to snake It was only at that... Continue Reading →

Just in Time

I'm having a go at writing narrative poetry for a personal project. This is one of the chapters. I'm unsure of the rules- and this is how it's emerging. Despite it being a true story, I welcome all feedback- good... Continue Reading →

In my eyes he matches the gods

Sappho was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos. She is known for her lyric poetry, and was widely regarded as one of the greatest lyric poets. This piece is an incomplete poem, which I've completed ( in... Continue Reading →

The Ecstasy of Silence

When I sit with you under an oak tree that is preoccupied with tending its errant leaves -I enjoy our companionable silence that doesn’t shy away from breath between words It is a silence that is content to remain pregnant-... Continue Reading →

The Artist

The muffled crying was making it difficult for Count Vasti to focus. “Will you keep that down!”he growled at the source of the irritating sound. He glared at the girl tied to a makeshift gurney in the centre of the... Continue Reading →

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