To trim the fat on an old adage, nothing is simple nor is it savage, While time may change tastes And consumerism increases pace The winner is the one who adapts A meeting room with old ways and new Combined into a comforting view Is…

A sparkly grey sweater is who I am most, Comfortable in the skin I call my own, Minimalistic colours and smart shades, With a shine that I carry around with me. Someone who builds a fort with her books, And sits inside her pen scratching…

Cold and warm at the same time, My blankets heating the ice in me, Seeing only the black behind my eyes, As I pull the hoodie closer to me. The car my little home, Like a tortoise carrying my home around, The comfort of it…

My dear younger self, This is your future – no, Don’t walk off, there’s things I want you to know. I remember you well, So new to the abyss We’ll return there, but You can get through this Happiness is not Confined to the past…

I HEAR YOU Don’t speak, precious one. I hear your cry a thousand miles away, the silent tears strangling your throat, burning your eyes. Come, young or old, and lay your head in my arms. My lips against your cheek, as I have so often…