Journal

Airplane Day

So powerful yet so effortlessly making it's way through the air. Usually a breeze, a slight touch of wind caressing gently my skin and face while lingering in thought.

Almost touched the sky

Beautiful weather and I can feel warm wind with light pressure caressing my skin, my face and a tugging on my breasts... ever so lightly.

My Best Friend

Not sure how a tiny little mask is to keep her safe From contagious people throughout the day That still make her sick, inflict emotional pain By the stares and everything that they say

My Mirror

My mirror is observant Always seeing what I don’t My mirror is curious Begging for another glimpse My mirror shows no facades or masks alike My mirror is more honest than a watery reflection

Night Shift

In memory of nightshift works...

Oh What a Life by the Gibson Brothers

Now I would’ve been about 13 when this was out… 13 and going on camping holidays around Wales with just mates.

Nina Simone

I’ve always loved Nina Simone, she has a voice that physically moves me, she carries a quality that no other female singer before or after has possessed.

THREE CHILDREN poem

I watch from the sidelines now, this 67 year-young fellow, with the imagination of a child, remembering fishing, hiking, tenting; now writing about it all.

You thought love could never be thought of like this

so many great minds malnourished by the sewage left over while rain attempts to wash it away.