I had only just locked the door behind me & was already pulling the scarf to untie the luggage off my back let it clatter heavy on the linos promblem now, I skipped every step,

"I' really must be going Can't miss the final bus," "Be careful at the other end" "Sweetie, please don't fuss." I know she did not mean it She liked it that I care,

A foggy night, a stormy sea sometimes can deceive our eyes. What is out there; ghost, legends, lore stalk through our mind and some believe…

A poem about the destructive nature of language.

You dream of blood rushing from that cut down my arm You're imagining how good it would make you feel, how satisfying, how gratifying You're imagining the release and relief from pain

I’d never seen a parade before, all the people in their fancy clothes. A bright sun lit the cloudless sky, beautiful enough that the people commented on it.

My dearest Pop was we were told given 6 months Of course time lingered then at home Like goose bumps! "Please wash my face and comb my hair before the nurse appear" He would say