Posted on April 30, 2020
IFive hens scurry around the yard,scratching and preening,dust baths and dust ups
Posted on April 3, 2019
‘Who says a heart must be rent
At an emotional whirlwind’s whim?’ Poetry this week for the YeahWrite #416 NonFiction grid.
Posted on December 26, 2017
Prompted by their tryst eternal, Sea sends wave on crashing wave, Churning, frothing, roiling Ocean, spits her foaming peaks so bright. Sand awaits impatiently, holding to his word and promise.
Posted on July 15, 2016
I wrote this a while back. Still seems relevant. Apartheid imprisons Equality. In darkness and solitude, segregated for colour, it breeds with Revolt to produce swearing, jostling words plotting escape. Freedom creeps out one night, slinking past guards, disguised as Non-violence. Opportunity seeks refuge and gains followers in New York and London. After twenty-seven […]
Posted on January 27, 2016
I pick my way through clothes, scattered across the floor. Yanked from our bodies in urgent, heated tugs, they lie jumbled, tumbled, A confusion of his and hers and yours and mine and who’s sock is this, I can’t quite see? Fumbling, stumbling, clutching, gathering armfuls as I go,
Posted on December 27, 2014
Their eyes met, her heart beat a little faster, “hi” she said. He smiled quietly. “You’re the one. The one I’ve been searching for all my life,” she said. He smiled quietly.