Poetry

Twenty years have passed since you took your final breath… A lifetime of highs and lows a new life new homes new careers a new city a...

Like flowers need the sun Like rainbows need the rain

A fortress by the beach I shall build, With sandstone walls to provide me with shelter, Storms may attempt to thrash their way inside,...

Cool crisp air gently caressing, Warm nourishing sun tenderly embracing, Lively hopeful cicadas rhythmically seducing, Soulful enchanting...

I have a secret. . . My Mama’s a witch! If you don’t believe me, Just watch her nose twitch. Beneath her black clothes, Her skin’s green...