Just enough Enough and now the print Drips down just like blood Seeking the lowest point Gravity an indifferent enemy Edges of the page halt the progress Not the end but leave me Lost in the lines once again Inner soundtrack roars As I trip through each one Disorder rides through on My back Just…

hello life – hello Life – in a child’s voice Small and innocent I call to you Call to you Not for answers right now Not the sage or saviour But just to hear the echo Of your reply in the corridors Of my heart Sisters of mine Your voices are gone from My ears…

It is strange sometimes how the past creeps up and knocks on the door to remind you…. I woke up very early this morning after a bad dream. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up, did some yoga and then remembered a time eight years ago when life was very different. I…

shhhh twenty percentsleepsinside meand even awakeslams the doorshut tightand to the worldsays a big fuck youand thank you very muchleave me alone alreadyi don’t want you or your helpyour words are empty and shallownothing that is what you meanto me.period shhhh twenty percentsleeps oblivious/ indifferentanother twenty percenthappy in the sunshinepuppy dog eyes and watchingheart full…

darkness over me rain falls outside the window I will be the sun

silent witness in my hearthaving walked unknowinglyaround the stone wallsunder the deep blue skies of Brittanylaughing ghosts found mewandering through the watersan island of treasure surrounded byquiet conversationslaughter that unfoldsthe fragile wings of each lifetouching tips that bend towardseach other’s warm lighta present pastand further past still….i tripped this lonely afternoon,and found my forehead pressed…

undone by the pain waiting for it to unfold sitting with the stone ~

the house is quiet but my mind is filled with thoughts and night holds its breath longing for the open sky untethered and flying high my heart is silent alone in growing darkness waiting for morning ~

stone sits in the garden listening to autumn rain as a red leaf falls ~

white chrysanthemums standing with orange blossoms longing for the spring

cold autumn wind blows finds the cracks in the window hot tea calls to me ~