Poetry

Empty Coffee Cup

This dimly-lit café, there’s a voice then two, then three speaking like a broken triangle…

Sleigh Day

I leapt behind the horses of my mind’s imagined sleigh As snow had fallen overnight…

Dead Poets and the Lugubrious Living

Dead poets’ poems, seen within the admiring eyes of the living. The power of sadness…

Porcelain Weapons

I read somewhere about this French artist making porcelain weapons   They symbolise women, delicate,…

Indebted

To the universe who places the perfect kindred spirits in my path. Thank you for…

A Change of Pace

It was the guy coming the other way this time that looked down toward the…

United Laces

I sketched your face in the midst of a bleached sky; touching the cool wet…

A Letter to Myself

I love the way you smile the way you squint your eyes when you laugh…

By Candlelight

The flame hovered silently, above its sooty wick Throwing jagged shadows on the walls of…

Nineteen Sixty Seven – 1967

In Memory of Victims of War Here : parents go to bed with no hope…