Another year’s half marathon come and gone. As I often point out, I prefer to do the half marathon because I like to sleep; consequently doing the full 24-hour marathon simply wouldn’t work for me, as it would take me at least a couple of…

Tales of tea and tarot decks Voodoo priestesses and lords Precious gems and stones cut raw Oils and scents and trunks galore Witches brew and boiling potions Magic spells cast on wild shores Ouija boards that channeled spirits Cuban cigars, dark rum, folklore Genies waiting…

morning has broken should i stay or should i go fly like an eagle i want to break free boulevard of broken dreams with or without you killing me softly another one bites the dust how deep is your love the final countdown we didn’t…

I Dreams of cattle in my room As I wake before the dawn I see my breath form vapour clouds And slink downstairs to put my clothes on II It’s warmer near the living room fire Yet cool enough I do not tarry I get…

What a surprise to find you here Though where you came from isn’t clear All alone, seemingly aloof Hiding from the common people Over here by the church steeple Lurching on this concrete roof Sugar maple for the win!

We’ve been together For a while now It’s time we talked I’ve nursed you Back to health And bathed you Gave you cuddles Rubbed your tummy When you’re sad Lucky you’re adorable You’re absolutely helpless Frightened of a moth As for spiders? Don’t even get…

Erasure of “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot   Let us go then, you and I The evening is spread out against the sky To lead you to an overwhelming question Do I dare Disturb the universe I have measured out…

In reply to Letter From The Future Poem 11 Dear future me aged forty-nine Perhaps it’s time to drink some wine I think I know just what to do First thing on the list, ignoring you Got this living life thing figured out I can…

Why have you arrived at this late hour Did you hit the snooze on your alarm too many times I’ve been working since you went to bed We have much to do, nothing else need be said I’ve finally realized I have the power Now…

Pools of yellow in the sun I plucked you from fathers lands Sap sticky on my childhood hands Gone to seed in a perfect sphere Laughing as you kissed my chin I blew your seeds into the wind