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Dear Life

If we could change one thing We wouldn't change a thing This winding, thorny, snaking path led us home, and here. I'm here, it whispers Feel me, stroke me, see me There's nothing I won't be for you You're the master, the commander and I shape-shift to your will. Be the change Feel the love... Continue Reading →

The Great Freeze

There's peace here // Rest that resets bones // Silence that soothes // Frozen grass that crackle underfoot as I walk towards my dawn. // I used to liken a freeze to death // Years have made me wiser.


I know why it happens // (it's because) // You're magnificent // Brilliant in your aliveness // Pulling us in like gravity.

The Seagull

Beak aloft in preparation for ascension // Soon, I'll be soaring high above the vastness // Wait. // There they are // Masses of them // Eyes downcast, as if frightened // Gullible - trapped, perhaps - in their ways. // The vastness is to them unknown.


Yellow, she lay False teeth, out Cheeks, sunken and pale Awaiting the hour That must come. Fears? She had none. Regrets? Perhaps a few. Concerns? There were many. Help him make sauce, she asked. He knows many things Can learn the rest But this, he will miss. He kept her photograph Black and white, warm... Continue Reading →

Risky Business

What is sanity? // Is it to tether on the edge of consciousness, leaving only crumbs to decorate my footsteps, following the imposed rules and regulations one by one until my soul dies a slow and quiet death?

Ode to Memory

The air is full of words // travelling from here to there // The world is full of colours // waiting to be stored. // The mind is full of pockets // brimming with possibilities. // What present could be greater than the gift of imagination?

Eyes That Can See

In your irises I saw the truth // at once so simple, like it had been there all along // your cries, I could sooth // humming tunes, rekindling an age-old song.

Broken Bones

The body can break in a thousand ways.// Bones can shatter,// minds can scatter,// skin can slice open,// eye sockets can swell,// noses can bleed.// No one journeys through this life unscathed. The question is, how do you honour your wounds?

Lost and Found

I know the day will come // I know, and I fear it // I fear waking up knowing // that now, I walk alone.// How shall I live, then?

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