What is this feeling that I am experiencing I can’t breathe so many things are running through my head so many emotions I can’t identify. I feel that my heart is still breaking and my trust for anyone has gone away. I feel like I…

The night descends upon me As I must continue on Though shadows now assail me I must arrive by dawn The failures of a lifetime Confront me on my way With rein in hand I push on Single minded I shall remain Until my tasks…

A peculiar heist, Not diamonds, or money, But a feather tryst.   Ornithological sabotage, Born from a feather obsession. Crime scene in Tring from the Natural History Museum.   Feathers from specimens Centuries old; Species from long ago   Extinct.   Stuffed into a bag,…

Against Forgetting ~ It might have been the car’s fault, she told me this when she lost her way home. Or possibly I gave her the wrong directions. To the house we shared?? Perhaps the names of plants she once knew like those of her…

I see it, and long for its extension The drawing of darkness over light It gives me cover over my present failures Inaction and forward motion intersect And fight over my soul. In those waning moments of daylight’s decline I just watch, an outsider to…

No one sends you cards wishing you a swift recovery. No one praises you as a survivor, as someone who “beat” it, this demon you wrestle with every day. Because no victory is decisive, no all clear, no all better, no cure. The enemy persists,…

Dreamscape or time travel Which calls my name in the dead of the night Oh how I  feel my dreams may be more thrilling than traveling back Into the time in which I was myself Not this bitter, cold hearted, evil bitch They all seem…

9.   200 UP! Coinciding with the cricket world cup this poem marks my 200 up! With this poem, a milestone. 200th poem in a marathon.!   20 and some odd years, I began to write with trepidation and sometimes, fears. Each poem of mine, is…

This is the part of me that hates my everyday pleasing good-girl self and wants to shake her and scream at her: “Wake up! Wake up! The Wildness awaits and time is running short.”  

That’s preposterous Everyone knows that there are only four I can name them for you Winter Spring Summer and Fall That is all   It’s real   What would the weather be like, then?   The weather does not matter It is like all of…