Nothing
All we can hope for is serenity...
Extinguishment
We all know that feeling of craving sleep, while our mind insists on throwing up scenarios, or visiting past events which can't be...
Balm
I often walk in the fields near my home... and they were the inspiration for this piece.
Power
Being brave often necessitates finding a persona. In this piece the victim is presented as strong, unmovable, but she is ridiculed. Who...
Graveyard
This wasn't part of the vss challenge, but it was a poem I wrote expressly as a Twitter post; I can't remember why... I love the idea...
Punctuating the Blue
Sometimes words are repeated on the Twitter #vss365 challenge. We had had 'zephyr' once before, for which I had written a piece of flash....
Ambrosia
The gods believed that ambrosia was the food of immortality. Sorry, another poem about death.
Baking memories
I do remember my grandma wearing a floral apron - always! She baked, too, and did the laundry in a twin tub which she poked with a long,...
Signatures
It's so sad that craftsmen are dying out, and even sadder that hooligans deface and destroy their intricate work.
Earth Mother
The earth is all we've got, isn't it?
