poem: lovers – 22/02/22

pathways and journeyman women and lovers come along, stay by their aid they are stoic, they are calmers, they wear quiet forms of armour, protected by the ones they love, their swords, their shields are made more potent, because fighting evil and chasms and voids can be dark work all done in a night and days, without a form of talk. Focus not upon the irreverent, the naysayers, the belligerents, and instead become entranced with beauty, melody and love, there is power within, if you see the beauty of a dove released from closed hands, with the most delicate of ease, lovingly, lovingly, lives attended, we, the couple will dream, and no

Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

To isolate, but willingly, set aside myself from that once-hurried life, is something rightfully required, and I know this as such. To work on myself – self-improve, take the time to relax, not always be ‘at it’, the social butterfly, no longer me. I am repetitive, yes, but it’s to do with my training, the ability to wash over myself affirming words every morning. [...]

Poem: Bright – 21/08/21

Nothing to be depressed about, so positive, so joyous – so free, encumbered paths we could say but ecstatic I choose to be, it’s about which side to view and walk alongside Life, I could pinpoint, acknowledge, tiny points of strife, elaborate, with magnitude, some attitude filled with, rife, with annoyance, with irritation, or feelings of ‘discrimination’. [...]

Prose: Losing Grip, Gaining Momentum – 30/05/21

Stability, balance, breath; it’s all I need, in, out, announcing my presence, my cares rise like air, into the atmosphere they appear to swirl, yet in my mind, I am stagnant, there must be a woman within, not this impressionable young, little girl inside. That youngster awaits, with insolence, she does not want to see, that the path undertaken by some ill-fated decisions, their negativities and future judgements allowed are glaring to others, plain to see. Why cannot I understand that I’m losing grip [...]

Prose Poetry: Illuminate – 19/04/21

Sometimes, there’s something magical in the air. You can feel it permeating your skin, your muscles, the tendrils of your hair, that electrifying feeling that courses through your very veins, warming you and making you feel loved, and reassuring you that everything, everything will be okay. There is a time in the future when you will feel this, too, don’t worry your heart about whether it will come, or if it won’t, when, how, or where, [...]