Dearest Darling Being, It’s been too long since last I laid eyes on thee I need to see you. Hear your voice. Watch that walk you walk so well. Beautiful one, how was your day sweet beloved soul? Hopefully, I’ll see you soon. Mostly, in…

It’s hard to say, when a Nobody speaks. Cause when a Nobody speaks, a Nobody hears. But a Nobody hears when a Somebody speaks. A Somebody’s a Nobody with masterful techniques.   It’s not about his color, her gender or their sneaks. It’s about remaining…

A hand on the small of my back A handsome lover gone off track And what he had yet to understand Was that all the while through the smallest crack His heartbroken love waited to attack.   One night too many left alone, She’d donned…

I haven’t got the second stanza anywhere near right yet, but I like the idea in this poem, which would probably have a multitude of colourful butterflies dancing the jig. Magic in the Garden Splodges and blodges a phantasmagoria of hues decorate the toadstool caps…

Run, Run, Run!   Run, run, run! or else they will go ahead the competition is fierce   Oh! Don’t take a break to breathe by the bay   Run, run, run! or else you would miss the train to the destination   Oh! Don’t…

I listen to 10,000 Maniacs songs in-between hours, and you were constancy of crystalline accompaniment and precise guitar notes – dominating but the raven-haired dervish growing to womanhood in your view. All men with bowties should have a title bestowed on them. All men with…

earth wind fire rain separate but equal can you feel the pain the oceans rise like a woman’s body when the moon calls   rain earth wind fire every person you have ever touched you have never touched you are always an atom apart but…

Fire blazes brightly in the night What ho! Here is the fight Genuine and sharp Blades clang and sweat glistens Chasing our foe through the forest We’re all set in our courses.

I hear it. In the distance. Over the cliffs. The arctic breeze carries the tune. It flies over the waves that crash against ancient granite. A stirring. In my blood. Something ancient like the sea against the stones. The tune rolls on sea air brushing…