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I was stuck in a wakeful slumber when I thought I saw you stand slightly by the doorframe, looking down at your hand. I thought you came in slowly and sat down by my bed, I thought you touched my forehead but I woke to emptiness instead. I w…

No workout is as long or as exhausting as chasing thoughts in circles in your head….

Could you paint the wall yellow, So it doesn’t smell of desolation, Greyed and browned isolation? Paint it sunshine bright yellow. Could you paint the wall yellow, So it doesn’t feel neglected, Used, abused or rejected? Paint it a happy yellow…

Ketchup evenings, a catch up with feelings long forgotten. Mustard would be good right now. Hot dogs were always your favourite….

As the day fades you collect the hours, like fairy lights decorating your bedroom wall, you string them up, mulling in the soft glow, like song lyrics you vaguely remember, you string them together, a poem that may stay. History, your story…

You can breathe, In the air and in the water, But your webbed feet remain tangled In your own web of lies….

when Sun and Horizon met painting on the canvas wet streaks of red and violet eternal, transient duet….

Wade in, to sink or swim In ocean water tides In the midnight blue and moonlight hue Remember years when we tried Paining heart, strumming guitar, Poolside melody. A sigh of sin, a could have been, And what could never be. Walk by me, on the…

The wailing wind and the city din, The distant hoot as a train draws in. The shy moon hides on this dark night, Stars aren’t brighter than city lights, As ashen clouds, like a lion’s mane, Sail across the same skies again. Take it in a while,…

In a small town, which owns the sunsets, where coffee brews with the morning dew, where the waves of history often repeat, and folks are content with nothing new, you grew up, seeing silence respected, even when there was nothing to revere. The…