finding them hiding i don’t know how Rueben knew they were there but he did somehow sensing he’s always been good with live things bringing home frogs & birds & countless other creatures to the safety of his heart before always … letting them go…

fingers weave yours and mine you press hard demanding punishing hurtful are these my fingers is this love

WRITING A POEM ON POEM Today I must write a poem on poem Should I search on Google for inspiration? That is not a creative solution It will only lead to cheating and frustration What should my poem pattern be? Or should I first go…

3am poem 1 First Responders, Lahaina, Maui, HI, 8/9/2023 “Diana Khoi Nguyen, Selkie Weaning Young (Redux)” I imagine they “trailed fingers down and against grains of” ash before the futility of rising left them empty armed the nameless strewn, powder on sand, around their boots…

Guarded Gatehouse Buzzing sounds of cicadas timeless memories

We slipped into the night our stars wrapped in clouds, we tossed our dreams into the ocean and swept yesterday away. Beneath the moonlight l surface l taste the earths breath, for a moment l dare to dream , to hope that l have meet…

This is how she found us, the past draped about us like a cloak.* Before her discovery, memories crackled like the fire. Our cats swirling around our legs like smoke. My mind is racing. Will we leave together? Or find that there is nothing left…

  Sleep is his absolute favourite 12 hours a day, that’s just basic A comfortable blanket and ample space That’s how he likes to savour it Any hour of the day he picks Not a cuddler but loves curling up That’s my cat, a tiny…

soaked almonds   the parlour lady arrives with her weapon   mother peeling off the almond skin I scream too

Stardust stardust born, exploding supernova, embers in my blood, my skin, my hair, the earth beneath my feet, my place called home, whether I search the distant night-time sky or turn quietly inward, I feel the pull calling me back to stardust.