Eyes to see more than they should, A mouth to be misunderstood, Ears to hear both truth and lies, A mind to always wonder why, Two hands to hold and write and sew, Two legs to take me where I go, Lungs to breathe and gasp and…

one two one twothreefour put your hands in the air sing it with me let me hear you rock me, joe na na na na here we go uh huh c’mon give it to me ow mmmm hmmmm don’t hurt ‘em now pick it up…

I woke to the smell of burning. The scent wafting through my hazy sleep riddled mind, pulling me from the land of dreams into the cold reality of the early morning. I woke to the smell of burning. Escaping from the nest of sheets my…

A poor and loathesome begger Through devious channels Put his filthy long-fingers Onto the head Of a young girls golden curls “You are my child,” he muttered Blindly, his rheumy eyes cauled over “You were birthed in the ancient Fires.” She didn’t cry Even when…

Five years old, “Who do you want to be?” A pilot and a diver and a sailor on the sea. Ten years old, “Who do you want to be?” A teacher and an artist and a kind mother to three. Fifteen years old, “Who do you want to…

He bought her favourite sweater, It was red and very loud, Said it was so I could find her, If she lost me in a crowd, It wasn’t very fancy, Just a pull-over-the-head, But you’d never seen a person, Look so wonderful in red, For me it was…

i can’t write another poem about a ceiling fan or the way it rocks back and forth and people worry about its health and that one day it will just fall down and break because it dared to keep spinning

The words he spoke were fairy floss, Their taste so sugary sweet, You’d swear if it was possible, They’d be all you’d ever eat, But the thing with wads of fairy floss, Is they’re always quick to melt, Until you’re sticky with the memories, Of the love…

exit signs and satellites i don’t know where we’re going or who’s watching or why i’m even inclined to know when some days all i want to do is place bets on something i don’t understand and wait to see what happens but the satellites…

I held onto the afternoon, My fingers tinged light pink, With fear of what was coming soon, For night brings time to think. But like the dawn turns into day, The day turns into night, Lost and lonely on my way, I held the fading light….