In our lives, we may find ourselves on a parallel path with another being. The paths will cross if we let them. It may be a collision course. We can see the calamity ahead of us, but the vale of emoti...
We can be fatally prone to extremes. In our obsession with pursuing affection, we are in danger of pursuing obsession itself. When obsession sets us alight, we may let it burn us to cinders, not becau...
The old Victorian mansion had for years been the talk of the town. Children and pets disappearing daily, and scared mothers venturing to find their loved ones, never to be found.
The future is scary. We all know the feeling of anxiety. This short piece is about that feeling. Written while away from home, away from my life and unable to prevent the disintegration of a relations...
Is everything we see in "Black and White" like a lover of sexy 💣 a bomb explosion of darkness. Into my Fairie heart got lowered like an anchor. She looks so sexy in her black skirt but those white c...
When meaningful things lose their meaning, we do not leave them. They leave us. Sometimes they leave us with clamour and ceremony. Other times they simply go. This poem is about the latter.