Geometry is all about history the crane speaks of recreation, re-imagination, annihilation. Palm reader, complimentary angles of criss-crossed lines, of life lines. A window washer crosses the intersection. Layer upon layer, the city is a code, written and re-written, A clock with endless corrections. It…

Pencil to spokes and twist Brown ribbon is reclaimed by the plastic casing I press rewind I press stop I press play Nope not there yet Rewind again High pitched sounds of tape being wound Press play Okay perfect The voice on the radio says…

Wishes from a Distant Son Mother, grief has stolen your angels – cherubs and seraphs meant to sing your strength and victories aloud. See why you are innocent of your identity. I cannot say you’re brittle for grief to grind into dust, too light to…

I am longing for my son to have peace in his life. As he is suffering from the loss of losing his wife.   I hate to see him hurt. I hate to see him cry and although we prayed I still ask God why….

I’ve learned not to long for things Not out loud anyway In case it makes the pixies Remember what a sense of humour is And execute some swift response at my expense.   I’ll keep shtum, lips pressed together Heart beating lightly and perhaps I’ll…

My  eyelids crave closure, my brain is engulfed in fog, fingers slipping on keys, deleting a line or two  my body fuzzy, begging for rest, But l can hold a little longer Its only an hour or three, the words  have letters missing l have…

“Are you still awake, darling?” “Yes, of course. Three more to go.” “Do you want coffee or a cup of tea?” “No… If I do, I’ll just stay up all morning and I won’t get any good sleep.” “Do you want me to stay up…

Pizza with double cheese Burger and French fries Some chocolate chip muffins Would be nice And oh, a large Coco-cola No.. make that Sprite!

My illusive friend, you torment with with your absence. I long for you to smother me return every night and find me waiting sink in to my bones, and don’t let go.

My focus is warped warring with a deep physical need to soothe the swimmer’s itch rash inflaming my legs. My focus is divided vying with the physical need of finding a more comfortable means of sitting up all night, My focus is eroded by the…