Poetry

  • The Bear

    ‘You must not fuss,’ said the boy to the bear. ‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey. But look. At the pot. At its rainbow shine, at its faded inscription. This pot has been cherished. And because it has… Continue reading

  • This Wind

    This wind is the beautiful melody of every precious moment we played, together. Sweet wind. Sing me again. Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • Beautifully Us

    Take me to the fire. Dance with me in the spaces between the flames. Burn with me, into the quiet of everything pure. Everything. Perfectly beautifully us. Continue reading

  • Dissolved

    I am a body. But I am dissolved by the blinding light of destiny. Here I spin, longing to escape the heavenly dream that hurtles through the soft and quick of me. Catch me, hold me still. Oh, the aching,… Continue reading

  • Healed

    And then she said goodbye again, and again, and again. Each time, as if she’d forgotten the last. The broken heart of precious memories: a sting she can no longer deny. She loved his heart and soul, despite it all.… Continue reading

  • Life Will Be Good

    Soft wind, take flight. Come, take my hand. Come roll me ‘round the sky this fine day, and we will watch the gulls spiral over sandy shores. And we will watch the footprints travel the beach in pairs. And we… Continue reading

  • Human Unplugged

    It’s never an even road. Life. To lose yourself in great chunks of confusion. To take to the floor, to scrape at the earth for answers. I am love, this I know. I am peace, this I know. But I… Continue reading

  • Submissions

    A few months ago I received a wonderfully exciting email letting me know that two of my poems are in the running for potential publication. A card company (based in America, I think) is holding them for a while, seeing… Continue reading

  • Sleepy Heart

    Sleepy heart, whisper to me of laughter and love; comfort trickling down the mountain of mysterious life. Shall I bring the sunrise? Shall I wipe away these tears with the sweet knowing of tomorrows smile? Continue reading