Flash Fiction — It’s our night, just you and me. We’re seated comfortably, watching the flicker of the candle in the middle of the, not so stable, table. The french doors are opened wide tonight, allowing our faces to feel the gentle sea breeze. An acoustic guitarist is playing a soft, romantic, tune…

A Poem — An unexpected surprise of oceans under eyelids, of smiles so naturally wide I have to pause to b r e a t h e between the moments that feel like years in the making. Organically we synchronise, savouring the magic pressed between each touch of lips gliding tongues to lips, the…

In Contemplation — Sometimes, these words they rest on the tongues tip, buried deep in the abyss of everything I wanted to say, but didn't. Everything I wanted to dream without providing myself the allowance of believing it was possible. The glimmer of hope and the alignment of internal stars. The mapping of…

A Poem — “To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong.” — Joseph Chilton Pearce. Peer into me, hold your gaze upon the fringes of our edges, c r o s s the barriers, be free, hands to head, hip to hip, eyes to screen and hands to pen. Let us b l e n d our creativity, from mountains to fingertips, relationships and beyond, tap, tap, t a…

Poetry — Sinking, please just s u s p e n d me I’m screaming into the mist no f o o t i n g beneath me to see ahead of myself. T o r n pages surround me my story is in all its c r u…

Let me be real with you — I’m going to be real with you, this life can be challenging, it can be grueling at times. There will be days, when you need to f i g h t for your rights. There will be days, when the war w i t h i n will be raging, where an event s h…