Alive: an object based poem 🖊️🌼

No one believes me The pen is alive which is why it was free. It’s fluffy tendrils reach out in … More

“The good old days”

I was looking back at “the good old days” when all of a sudden this nostalgia session was cut short. … More

Do you have a minute? All of these thoughts are rushing through my head a jumble of incoherent words that … More

Running off into the woods A mind so closed now open to so many possibilities “I do want to see … More

A flash of red crept by over there, did you see it? Between the green of the trees something is … More

The audience like to be told they are the loudest the best irreplaceable and not to be found anywhere else … More

Flowers grow in strength a rainbow at ground level I don’t miss the seed… Thank you for taking a peep … More

Hi everyone! How are you doing? ❤️ This post is the result of a load of haphazard scribbles on a … More