Inked
The carwash garage roars in the evening sky. the pulled beef patty frizzles in the spattering oil and the ravioli receives a shower of cheese gratings – melting and merging.
Poetry
Observations, imaginations and yearnings rooted in ecology, nature conservation, forests and abstract ideas.
Being Wayward
The greying lull of winter’s night breaks into a clamorous, glorious spring day, windows filled with streaks of light that catch and reflect the sun on painted white walls.
Dripping daffodils
What are daffodils? How do they look, or where do they grow? and how do they smell? This poem explores the depths and breaths of what a daffodil is to the poet.
Dear Influencer
A letter to all influencers.
Your cocoon
You are in your little sanctuary of peace. Cooped up in a cocoon, warm, and safe, from the falling trees, the dying bees, or the crying shores of deep blue seas.
Ruby Strands
Stories in the sun.