He is her safe harbour in every storm She eats all the chocolate He keeps house while she dreams of creating beauty An echo of the life she lives still in the honeymoon  when she wakes beside him looks at his sleeping face and remembers…

Storms stir in the sky Clouds are again rumbling Why does she rage Punching through the sky Her tears again begin to fall Like the deepest of oceans The angriest of seas As if a boat upon the waves The sky crushes us again A…

The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…