There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may…

Nostalgia can be such a beautiful waste of time when you think back on the small, unimportant things Past glories fade into nothingness Past defeats still sting though perhaps not as much The ritual of buying a can of coffee from the vending machine on…

Outside my ancestral home, I revisit those memories of childhood, Clink of my anklets in the yard, Pumping out water from the well, Our endless giggles as we play, Chasing the colourful kites across the fence, What I see now is an illusion Everything wrapped…

My mem’ries are doors. All I have to do is knock And they turn for me.

The shaking fingers thread a hook through wiggling worms casting out for me.

I drove by a house where I lived once A dog named Mike is still buried there Many years have passed with the vision Of a hawk with expansive wings and a hunter’s glare Sitting in the backyard It looks like a dollhouse to me…