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  • Lying Fear

    Ahhhh, I did it againFear came and rose like a tidal wave and I believed it just long enough to run onto the bridge and attempt to steer this ship out of dangerFear lied, there was no waveFear always lies I stop and look as I slowly move my hands away from the controlsAnd I…

  • Barefoot

    Facing the doorway of truth that opened as I said out loud an answer to a question I’d hoped no-one would ask me For days I have been afraid to admit the truth of my dream, unsure if it’s allowed As I confessed my heart to a dear friend, it was heard and honoured and…

  • Lights

    I looked out of my window, it was foggy in a way that made me wonder if it was snowing in the dawning lightI went downstairs to make my morning coffee, where sleep is lacking I hoped this ritual and all it brought would push back the fatigue I love my coffee machine and the…

  • Bus

    I am on a bus that smells like people were allowed to smoke on here onceResidual scents that tell a story of a thousand or more bottoms on seatsSome sat here for just one journey, never again revisiting this corner of an unfamiliar cityOthers would have sat right here every day, irked if another got…

  • The High Tide Path

    Along this high tide line people wonder, like it’s an unspoken path to followSmall children, grandparents, even birds stop to pick out their treasureDeposited by the waves in the early dawn, like a lucky dip of gifts mixed together with the waste left behind by those so caught up in their own joy or sadness…

  • Drowning Growth

    Like rainy days and dry ones, word streams ebb and flow, trickle, gush or some days do notParched river beds take time to fill, take time to resetYou see it in nature documentaries, the water begins to come and the cracked earth begins to sprout with green, emerging growth of plants that will soon be…

  • Blind

    I forget that I am blindWhen I think I am seeing in technicolor, the full picture is when I am at riskOf being blindsidedOf assumptionsOf arroganceOf forgettingOf missing moments, people, truth The blindness I am in is a key To opening upTo walking throughTo not getting stuckThere is always more to see, to find, to…