Daydream

How do you smuggle daydreams into reality? David Mitchell

Self Inflicted Wounds

I've rummaged through previously unfinished work with fresh eyes in an attempt to clear the clutter.

Lies, Loss & Love

I've rummaged through previously unfinished work with fresh eyes in an attempt to clear the clutter.

Flower Beds

And so it is our day of toilour hands, the soilwhere sweat let rununder the sun In work, digress, settle downstreamearthbound, I dreamthoughts in dire needdesire to bleed I tire, withdraw, let slip my minda place I findto rest my headflower the bed The minute poem.The rules are simple:3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)8 syllables in …

Espinela: Sojourn

Here, this place like any otheran unknown forest, I fear notI take rest, unshoulder my lotand await my future lover My life, to join with anotherto communicate beyond soundbeyond the thorned brambles agroundand hidden from sight of reproachNow, I see my beauty approachthis place becomes our sacred ground The Espinela is a Spanish poetic form …