Poetry

  • Only And Always

    The wind cannot be caught. It cannot be moulded to perfection, scraped and gutted and made to be something other than what it is. The wind is only, and always, the wind. And you are only and always you. Flow… Continue reading

  • Like I am

    Deep within my heart there is a river, raging on. And I ask this river to be careful. ‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath. ‘Sway me, always, never to rush me, never demand. Hold me carefully, river.… Continue reading

  • Insomnia

    I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading

  • Together, Alone

    In the lonely hours they cry for their humanity. For the lost past, for the uncertain present they wander lost. Together, alone. Continue reading

  • Cookie

    Wondering about that second cookie. It exists, should I eat it? If I eat it, it will still be all it was before I gobbled it down. New shape. Different texture. Same ingredients, same everything else. Should I eat the… Continue reading

  • To Escape

    But if you only have eyes for the way you think life should be, then surely you are forgetting to live. To truly live. As you are. In this moment, this version of life that you so desperately wish to… Continue reading

  • Sleep

    If sleep could touch my cheek, I would ask for her slender hand a thousand times. If sleep did fall upon me now, I dare not wake. No. I dare…not… Continue reading

  • Clear Air

    One day, she sits alone, and understands it all. That she’s never been alone. That all this time their pain has lived within her, pain she never asked for, pain that is not hers to bear. Clear air is what… Continue reading

  • My Own Peace

    Some days, I take a deep breath and ask the world to soften. The world never does soften. So I fall behind its wind, and I find my own peace. Continue reading

  • The Very Same Breath

    But surely you know the earth still breathes the very same breath. The very same breath. And surely you know we earthlings do breathe the very same breath. The very same breath. Continue reading