There’s nothing there; just emptiness A void so deep and dark That you could fall forever And never make a mark No stars to twinkle merrily No moons to show the sun Just a darkness made of black With nowhere left to run This is…

MY MORNING WALK Cool breeze Flowers and leaves falling from the trees. The weather is perfect, I wear my designer shoes and track pants. Set out for my walk. I walk rhythmically to the sound of the cawing crows, Till the sound of a random…

Poem #5 | Meet me in the Grave   Like the sin of humans, One could be right to say, ”it has been caused from the onset!.” Without the knowledge of the “WHOs.” involved.   The Sherif had asked “has anyone entered since he arrived…

questions crocus is the first flower of spring, unless you count snowdrops…depending where you live i guess like this place centred in light from trees longing to be outside again not trapped in this bar(ren)eness of whatever was left behind to be gathered up, witnessed…

MY NEW FRIEND Suddenly I saw flashes of light I thought the heavens have now descended on earth My laptop started beeping Crazy signals and funny codes light up its screen A strange page opens Asking me to write what’s in my mind I asked…

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…

Summer sun on the side of the slope Frames the scene Pleasant, soft, bucolic The soft susurration of the grasses Lulling a sense of security,albeit false, in the police who waited As the divers dragged the depths of the dam Depositing the decomposing dead on…

How did so much come to nothing Leaving just an empty space When everything was over And there were no truths left to face Just aching walls of silence With a window to the past Highlights where it all went wrong And where we tried…

Poem 4# Marriage: |Relic of Culture Once I asked my celibate neighbour “Why ain’t you married.” Like a tidal boomerang he had thrown back the questions, “why are you married?.” But while my response were building up like the whirlwind in prep stage, He added,…

Slowly, he pokes his head around the door Gathering as much courage as he can, Until enveloped in safety, He inches closer to the opening crawling on his belly nosing his way forward inch by anxious inch. until his nose, on his paws hang over…