Love

  • For Love

    People call them boundaries. I just call them walls. To keep the love in. Or out. I could use a boundary or two. But what would I be if it wasn’t for love? What would I be if it wasn’t… Continue reading

  • Beneath It All

    Beneath it all, there is a human. Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too. We get so lost beneath things that are not real. The stories we create… Continue reading

  • Piano

    I’ve just done some counting. My absolute least favourite thing. And according to my calculations, I’ve had my piano (a digital piano) for seventeen years. Seventeen years. There was a moment a few weeks ago when it didn’t turn on.… Continue reading

  • In The Arms Of A Dream

    If I sit with you. On the patio, by the sunflowers. If I find you with my soft and steady gaze. If I give you my heart, if I whisper your name will you hold me? In the arms of… Continue reading

  • Free To Fly

    ‘If I am free to fly,’ said the girl to the moon, ‘why are my wings still closed?’ ‘Because you have not yet decided to flip the closed sign to open,’ said the moon. To the girl. Continue reading

  • Lake Humanity

    People say there are certain truths that whistle louder through the weeping willows of lake humanity. Love bounces and drifts over the still waters, sweet and true. Hate gathers in clumps of stone and ice and shatters the peaceful flow,… Continue reading

  • Let Us Dance

    Hold me with your eyes. Feed my aching night, lover sweet, and I will be your spin and tumble and roll into the haze of the forgotten day. The air around me soars with the thrilling madness of you. Take… Continue reading

  • This Quiet Place

    I’m feeling a little tender, today. It’s a lovely feeling, don’t get me wrong. Soft and sweet, like a warm rainy day. It’s a feeling I’ve sat with at various points over the last few years, a new softness that… Continue reading

  • Those Eyes

    There is a softness between us. I gaze, but I do not see you first. I feel you, first. I know you, first, down to the bones that hold you. I would ask for a kiss, but I see it… Continue reading

  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading