There are reams of life left to be lived Still in the garden Still in my head My friends- include you who Promise to show up at my funeral in a black veil Dancing and laughing Confusing the whole shindig- Why wasn’t parade wasn’t held- The decision Made Long before – Yes, celebrate & goddsakes…

I’ve got a magnet inside me I’m shining it up every moment I get I check it to see if it might match something nice Someone nice, a good feeling The 2021 magnet was a sight to be hold Look what it brought in New friends, A purpose Poetry I’m working on 2022 I know…

Pain is borne Shifting sodden clay Breaking tides Wounds washed Bathed Repairing Owe it all to your patience kindness compassion Steadfast Love Here’s to you A Very British Lesbian I hope that the year ahead brings you all you dream for…. I hope that we can continue to forge paths where we go from strength…

You would fight For me Express a guarantee A greater love Representing a Crowning character Receiving joy and Truth Tears through What matters Whose there Flight of blind Mysteries Ravishing as Ever A new heart Declared in Spirit and Our life.  

PLANNING FOR MY NEW LOVE Sending my intentions out into the universe Predetermining my destiny What the hell, it could work Let’s begin with a beautiful heart The main ingredient A solid foundation THE place to start Authentic, the real deal No huge surprises A little mystery adds pepper to the sauce Confidence — That’s…

To touch your Soul. Your Mind. All the veins in your Heart. Your Shadows and Spirit. The epic tales in your Eyes. You call the Irish out in me, Woman. Your Voice transforms my Celtic melancholy to simple joy. The hard edges of your hard Life click like flint against my bones Sparking fire I…

Today I took my most precious Guitar into the shop to be a simple tune up. I’ve been waiting on that for quite a long time, since the start of Covid. This Guitar has been in my life for close to oh my gosh before I worked at my school. It was a gift, from…

In the end, she became More than what she expected She became the journey, And like all journeys, She did not end, she just simply changed directions And kept going.

How is it that changing my energy Changes my life? How is it that altering my outlook, Something so internal and invisible, Changes the external How is it that my inner landscape Decides my outer experience? I must run like a demon to gratitude I must prise my hands off of sorrow Break up with…

Something With in Something calls you inside Reach out, Try hard not to be so Alone as much, and then alone time is not, truly a bad thing. At times It’s healthy. It provides a deeper kind of growth, one realizes one has changed grown. The questions are So where, does it go From here.…