Mercy

Standing on the cliff edge two steps away from certain death I hurled the contents of the velvet box into … More

A Poet’s Edit

Going through my dad’s old writings, transcribing his poetry to be posted on his blog (coming soon!!), I found an … More

I don’t know if this ache is heartbreak (a) or cocaine (b) or my body physically manifesting all the mental pain … More

I poured boiling water onto my hand and felt nothing. I stood naked in a rainstorm and felt everything. I … More

You’ll never be a stranger to me I know you too intimately And yet we sit … More

I’ve been mentally and physically unwell lately, writing a lot but nothing I want to share. Having said that, I … More

A short, simple poem for Day 7 of NaPoWriMo based on the prompt: gifts and joy.

Too sad to write / Too hurt to cry / Too tired to fight / Too poor to die / … More

I blow you out, extinguished flame – you always smell the same as a candle that has just been snuffed, … More

For you, turning seventy Was never meant to be But wherever you are I hope you’re having a crazy party. … More