The river runs wide Our poles are alive with resting dragonflies Proud of our catch We head home Cooked fish, our Mother’s approval With full-bellied smiles We listen: Tales from father, grand-father Tales of the silver river We sleep making pillows of these tales Outside, the river Liquid moonlight flows

The soft camembert, the baguette still warm ripped in chunks, The burgundy unlabelled from the vineyard next door, It teetered against the tree that gives us shade and shelter The tree stands guard against the world and our fragile reality the picnic blanket had a name I’ve forgotten it. I wish I could ask her…

Moving her being The light hit the Concrete And it bounced away Spirit has not Wounded The nature of her heart Shyness and awkwardness Well of path God seed sown She laughed nervously Paying intently Awareness steps the beat She felt her heart Aching with emotion Becoming more and still Whole body is elevated To…

Little one – Growing in the cold Struggling To survive While the cold Keeps pouring over you Stay strong Little one You do shine I see it I see your struggle I see YOU Stay strong Little one One day The cold will be gone And you can continue Your journey of growth Even more…

(from caring for people with gunshot wounds and spinal injuries) Unraveling dreadful dreams like knots of warped riveted ribbons. Twisted turning in the night. Wound up, tightly triggered. Soldered parts melt like wax. The smell of suffering recalls. Alcohol, iron and gun steal. Drilled deep into memory. Before my prime another time. Mastering the heat…

I didn’t want a private investigation or a public inquiry I didn’t want to know why I wanted to know when difference became unacceptance And I wanted to love the person I was and not the one I thought I should be. I didn’t want forgiveness or taking to church I didn’t want a cure…

Not by Browning but by Beth , an elizabeth for sure But what is love if not a softening A small opening A reckoning Of joys Bittersweet Like a funeral with candy at the end, So I love with a ferocity that stirs the skies I love until you are shaken inside… No worries —she…

How is it after all this time my affection for you endures continues as if I fell for you just yesterday Uninvited you come into my thoughts my feelings you inhabit my space my heart—when all I want to do is to forget how much I used to want you Out of the blue a…

In the deepest peace of sleep, I was blessed with your essence of your being . It was clearly a visit that has been memorised throught out this life time , which we had spent while living and breathing each other’s friendship and light . How fondly we curated a expression of each other’s spirit…

This being human I can’t believe I signed up for it The valleys, the mountains, the plains And The mundane that has always been My kryptonite The shame-based fear of being ordinary The definition of communal garden narcissism we all need our 15 minutes of fame some of us need 20. Maybe 25 on Saturdays…