A Poem —

Poetry — Dandelion dreams no longer scream softer nights on pillowed white’s winged back forced into flight no longer flying grounded I am time is the lesson nobody can teach best slowed down a bit to the left and a touch to the right petals, they form like tendrils of life only to…

Prosey Thoughts — Sprawling branches, unique in shape and held firmly by the base, the trunk is the beating heart of it. The leaves, they dance to the rhythm of the wind, veins, life blood, pulsing and flowing with the seasons that change it. The morphing of colours, autumn to winter it dims…

My Collection — Returning to Medium in 2023 — I discovered Medium in 2016, this was what I like to refer to as, the good old days, back then, you gave a single clap if you enjoyed a piece of writing. Things were less about click bait and more about community. …

A Contentious Topic — But What Do Our Children Think? — While the rest of the world seemingly went bananas for the Barbie movie, I hadn’t quite caught the hype just yet. I mean, sure, I had a secondhand Barbie as a child, I recall dressing her up and slathering her face with a permanent marker for makeup. But I wasn’t…

5 Words: Tell me what you’re grateful for —

like the absence of words —

A Poem — I am the ocean, divinity of waves that wax and wane in moon’s presence. The glistening shimmers of surface touch, fluid and grounded in grains of sand, o u t s t r e t c h e d hands that long to travel the worlds untouched. Pieces of awareness…

A Poem —