Poetry

  • Motionary

      Time has, as we know, a relative flow. Not rock steady, it eddies.  It’s tributaries tangling, and we stand…

    : Motionary
  • Pass the full fat whatever

    I raided the cupboard tonight I wanted crisps, salt and bite But snacks there were none My shelves are no…

    : Pass the full fat whatever
  • Nocturne

    I stay up late at night: I somehow need to feel the dark. To have a space to bubble into,…

    : Nocturne
  • Egg

    Easter is a new egg, Shell perfect Untouched and new. Just waiting to crack And show What lies beneath. Perhaps…

    : Egg
  • New

    Thinking about how, once you make a change it can become inconceivable that you could ever go back. My life…

    : New