Thursday, 10 April 2014


Quicksilver measure of a slow death.
The rise and fall of a heart.
Break it open and the poison flows.
Wrung out for 25 years.

Friday, 28 March 2014

Deciduous by nature.

The leaves fall away each Autumn, yet still the tree welcomes them with open branches come Springtime.
Is that indifference? Generosity? Or simply blind hope that one year, no matter the elements, those leaves might choose to stay.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Days like these.

Feeling like a word caught between predictive text and auto-correct.
Knowing there is the potential to become entirely lost.

Sunday, 23 March 2014


Mind and body in flight, wired.
Every nerve ending rendered raw.
Every exposed cell a receptor
waiting for the static shock.
Give. Or take.

Wednesday, 19 March 2014


What words describe the diminishing of a person who once felt whole?
What witty, insightful little quip might adequately relieve a mind so that what is left might find some peace?
What clever arrangement of marks on a page describes dread emptiness where once a heart soared with hope?
A better writer than I might know a way. All I can put on the page is

Saturday, 15 March 2014


Like a sound waiting to resonate in the waves of its echo, trust is incomplete until it feels itself reflected.