To leave something untouched, unspoken. Is this judgement driven by a fear, a logic- calculation? No action (or rather, inaction) seems...

It's a sort of sickness no one can see. Invisible to the naked eye. Take your bloods, check your temperature, shine a torch down your...

The sentiment of keeping your pillows hugged tight at night. The softness you accept of the rain against the glass of your window. The...

On sin-strewn soil she scampers, a flitting firefly upon the long night. Through frosted-brittle bracken and frigid grasses green her...

A candle waves its deliberately pleasant balm around you. Lavender is known to soothe, right? Your palms absorb warm exhalations from a...

Under frigid tides, love’s last joyous lungful escapes, so finally, passion’s carcass may sink. Bound to a heartstrung anchor, we drift,...

I am happiest when the sun shines or when I see you, though those feel one and the same nowadays, as your presence feels as warm as the...

a polished coin glimmering in the cerulean sky, gazing fondly over the glittering azure blanket that rustles and foams beneath. murmuring...

You are, An allegory become, For the great skies above, Bathed in pollution, Raining acid on your tum. You are, Venus’ paragon, Mistaken...

Eyes fluttering open, I woke up beside him with his face close to mine. I sighed. I’d given in to the argument yet again, crawling back...

We flee to the bedroom, the study, the café; hounded by foreseen fears. We don the writer’s robes and gaze pagewards, deep into...

Dear Reader, As a child I observed my civilised teachers flutter around the classroom, and I watched politicians diplomatically...

With whose stolen pen is it my hand writes? On my page, where art and theft lie so blurred: From an unlived life, rich with unseen...

Dear anyone who may need this, A hollowness lingers like a huge lead ball in your stomach, molten and burning and yet entirely cold....

Amidst an open silent field there was a room made entirely of glass. A warm soft light rippled through the windows as swallows dived and...

Chapter 1: White Cards, Blurred Lines Embellishment | Lie Deception | Self-deception Self-perception | Perception of the self These words...

Swallows carve the sky in cascading waves, Whilst flickering eyes follow hay-dust specks That dance in honeyed May-day heat. In an...

I look down upon a leaden lane, a cold stone road, our urban thoroughfare. Besieged worse yet by brackish towering buildings, it seemed...

A life in a year of blushed cheeks rouged with complexity, We glow in our agedness like old Oak amidst a field of wheat For Time climbs...

Amidst rigid rows of tall, brick houses, a verdant plain prevailed, wreathed in black iron bars. As summer’s grip began to stiffen, The...