When it rainsI can smell the grasstall against the salt spray,that clings loving to the logs,tossed on the beachby the southeaster tideflecked white and brown with foambeneath the
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
I Remember (revised)
I remember,lying flat in tall grasslooking skyward towards infinity,watching the heavenssail past like cotton wool,in an azure sky. I remember,a fly buzzing as she walkedacross my glasses left
Poetry
When I’m Gone
There will be no misunderstanding,no misgivings,no anger and no pain,no side eyes,no rain. There will be no tomorrows,no yesterdays,no whatifs,or ‘Oh Gees’,no judgements,no trees. There will be no
Poetry
Hand In Hand
(I like writing poetry but this ‘song’ has been running through my head for weeks so I thought I would put it down – a sort of lyrical
Poetry
Neighbours With a ‘U’
I remember onceliving insidethe land of ‘Dreams’how different I was,craving Coffee Crisp,Butter tarts,and Nanaimo Bars,missing Jim Hewson’s voiceor Bob Cole,while I watchedsome cop showon Saturday night. We might
Poetry
Fairy Slipper
Fairy slipper softgliding up and downlightlylike tiny puffs of windcalled from deepwithin the soul of infinity,drawn to the lightby the kiss of gentlenessto float tonesamongst the cloudsof smilesradiatingfrom