We are the scent of sunshine,drifting, soaring like butterflieso’er fields not yet mownto land upon an apple limboutstretched and hangingverdant with the nectar pommeneath cotton wool and cyan
Poetry
Colours of Joy
The song is blueocean wavescrashingagainst a topaz shore‘neath starsexplodingviolet – magenta – greenand rosebudsfluttertiny crimson heartstwistingin the breezebeneath his fingers and then… it ends. inky curtainsshut against the
Poetry
A Day of Lumps
White wispsstruggle ‘neath navy capsas we honourthose who wear themin the wind and colda sea of poppiesat the eleventh hourstrewn on the tombof a young manwho never bouncedgrandchildrenon
Life
Relativity
I read a letter online yesterday, from Albert Einstein to his daughter. The letter talked about his Theory of Relativity and was intended to only be made public
Poetry
Wooden Ships
Wooden shipsbatteredbrokenon the beachin a blood red tideebbing the souls of childrento seato join the ageless sirensdriftingin the gardens of kelpmere yardsbeneath the marble stepsof a 5 star
Life Lists
No Liszt on My Top Ten List
It’s funny how your music tastes change over time, experiences, relationships and time tuning your smiles and tears into a plastic schema of what is good – and