Whilst everyone is happy That she got a perfect partner to spend her life with The father is upset Because he is going to take the reason for his living away from him Whilst everyone is rejoicing That she got a perfect partner to look…

Splashing, whirling, tinkling, dancing The brook traveled through trees and cliffs, telling stories of mountains full of gruff bears and gentle deer. It giggled and chirruped to the passing branches about evergreens wearing coats of white and masking dens of stoats. It shouted and reveled…

When the moon rises high, like a celestial eye a voice rides upon the whipping wind, saying, “Let go, let go…change is coming. “Bend, bend…be like the wise Willow and not the stubborn Oak.” Before the witching hour, every heart and mind drifts to the…

Tattoos are living prompts Etched on skin Each has a story Each has a life Living breathing canvas with touchable art Meant to be read Meant to be heard Ask the question Hear the tales Share the journey

What if they see us holding hands? What would they think? I’m scared to guess. Right now I’m grateful for this darkness. Though I’d prefer a visa to some foreign land. Because who but us would understand? Words of defence are meaningless And God knows…

Sleep is elusive, and will probably strike when least expected – or welcome. It’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight. The red tint still touches the sky. Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off. Sore arms already, how will I keep this up?…

There’s some beauty beneath the troves of pillows. A sweet ocean of cotton, marred by mass. As we rearrange furniture as young people do. Interior decorating the best we can together. I fancy such a tidy woman as yourself obviously. It is about accommodation and…

Come to me my delicious dark magic brew! My heart races, my senses awaken to your swirling aromas; reminiscent of late night corner lounges Van Gogh’s Parisian street scenes As I lift you to my eager lips, I sense your power. The steaming heat of the ceramic…