Shadows stretch out long fingers reaching for the dark hiding our secrets, memories we lock away, and bury in our hearts.   Remembrances cast shadows forward into our lives, creeping into our consciousness, when our resistance wanes.   When we face the light, those unwelcome…

ROCK ME Recalling memories of summer Outdoors with You – beachwalk in the moonlight Constantly staring into your eyes Kind words falling out of your lips Me and You frozen in the moment Enchanted- our souls wishing for this moment to never fade away  

“What Does It Mean”   life’s sweet mystery has me wondering these shapes we see in the clouds billowing by what does it mean the synchronic numerology butterfly in a bush birds fluttering, amongst the trees the beauty of the present life’s precious gift leaves…

A Crime of Passion (or Not) Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky Brown footprints appear to dot the windowsill – a clear sign of forced entry perhaps Inside, chaos ensues Tossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions The glass appears…

5 / 2023 – Unprompted. Half Marathon Love on the cards, and written in stars Of Glory. Each symbol tells a story, Each word be a token. Tangible proof, of courage that’s spoken; Manifestations, of efforts awoken.

WE ARE POWERFUL There is ‘art’ inside every heart, Do not kill the artist inside you! There is ‘air’ in our hair, Let your hair loose and do not get tied up old traditions There is an’ I’ inside every eye, See only what makes…

Belonging Searching forever for a home My soul belonging nowhere and everywhere All at the same time My life like a jigsaw Made of thousands of tiny moments Some fitting together, some twisted beyond what the eye can see My heart missing a beat Scared…

The prompt is not a gift nor a lift Which it was and I would have floated a drift   If it were so, I would spread my wings and move like a fly Kiss the moon and return to the Earth on a fly…

Coins fall through a poorly sewn pocket, and clatter dully on the cobblestone. An opulent, imposing carriage rolls thoughtlessly over the copper. The Lord and Lady inside peer out, eyes locking with the friendly layman’s soot streaked smile, though they prefer distance over satisfied curiosity….

it is an institution that has outlived our purposes possibly but we are dreamers, are we not? perhaps, though, we are ready to give up on the illusion that there is more than a middlin’ chance of survival, of true love, of a forever love,…