Inspired by: ‘The middle of night interlude where dreams may or may not happen.’ Moonlight shines on the back of her neck suggesting muted colours, light textures a flowing arc I am intrigued, enchanted but keep a respectful distance This moment is a haven I…

Rain melts the twilight sky as cresting waves pound the shoreline. Wind lift me up, let me swim in the Milky Way – its raspberry sweetness on my tongue, as dreams pass this dreamer by. I caress the stars above, kiss the moon with tender lips,…

To be honest, I’m not clear on angst: Breadcrumbs under one’s existential skin? Psychological unrest of teenagers quarter-life-crisis-ers mid-life guys who grow their hair?   What, exactly, is angst, beyond asking questions in a petulant tone?   But I am clear on this: The “tone”…

Wrinkle between the azure orbs is filled with sweat beads. Underarms are soaked in deluge of fluid. Feet slide forward with heavy glide that hides the anxiety. Suddenly the torch disappears and all is inky blackness. The wavy tresses bounce as the teenage head pops…

It rained today Knocked the dust right of the sky Turned it up to ‘HiDef’ digital quality Turkish tile blue Polished and fluffed the clouds like big feather pillows. Filtered the air to crisp clean sweet Like it traveled through fragrant spring meadows Dancing with…

It’s my turn to speak and I’m beginning to sweat A quick read of my notes and I try not to fret I say something sweet to my aunts; they’re old. Thank the catering staff, my two grans, the Welsh fold. My parents in law…

Commanding the room The largest lead weight On the rubber sheet Of social intrigue Little ball-bearings Scattered in patterns Move at a distance But never too far Prompt: Concrete imagery Form: Unrhymed quatrains  

I keep reminding myself that I am a good man. Mistakes were made. I made. Do not define me. Lesson I learned have made me. The better man. A better man. Who I have become. Is No who I was.

Dearest Pippi, Even though I am older and no longer read your books way past my bedtime with a flashlight under the covers; I often find myself longing for your gift of storytelling. How goes it in the fantastical world of seafaring? Pirate ships, lost islands,…