Listen for us in the wind and know that we are coming Armed with nothing left to loose we will not give quarter The time for violence is here let your heart be afraid at our coming Tomorrow I will wash my hands of you…

Steady thrumming hums with a throbbing beat. Speed up, slow down, constant rhythm makes its own music, a dance in tune with the ebbs and flows of life.  

Dear mummy It’s been sixteen years with out you I miss you each day as if think of the lovely times I wish you were here to see how far I have come The memories of your laughter i hold on to Your personality i…

It is hard to leave the room when you are the one who lit the match Because fulfillment only comes when you see the flames grasping for the ceiling This is the curse of fire Anytime I see a fire rage it still fills me…

grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…

The house on the hill The walk from town to the house A memory that would not fade away The beauty of the house died suddenly The window never opened amicably When she was home the window was lit Her writing on the wall I…

Unending time turns falling down over again; sand infinity.

Steady and quiet, only you can hear its call and recognize the tone, the cry, the cadence and timbre rising from within, wanting to be heard, fighting to not be ignored or pushed down. Sometimes it soothes, at times it warns, but it is always…

Hear this decree that I mean to cause violence to any who oppose listening to those whose voice was taken from them by force

Shades of memory play on in my mind, some a mere shadow of thought still lingering, faint reminders of past echoing on in the haunted corridors of a waking dream