Poem: Freedom Heart – 22/04/21

Strident tones announced from the bell of a trumpet, I’d smile but I won’t show it, I thought this was the chance to recommence, but now, it’ll all be past tense. To progress from the murky muck, a heart flitters nervously, a gut’s contents begins to rot, I thought I could do this, I thought I was strong, but it seems the better route is to go where I am accepted and [...]

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, [...]

Poem: Amends – 05/04/21

It’s considered ludicrous, as this pencil draws as pen, impermanence detailing permanence, can history make amends? In truth, in part, will hope, will reinstated knowledge renew? In truth, in whole, intentions grown strength to strength and full? But, unmanageable, so it seems? By a world of common sense and broken former seams,

Poem: Lavender and Violet: A Little Tale – 02/04/21

Violet and Lavender were the greatest of friends. They rarely fought, never had to make amends. Their hearts were in the right places, they assumed not in their lives now, they understood how to avoid moral corruption and rot, their positive moods would mutually grow and ascend. Their smiles were often worn with a glowing halo or crown which one could not usually see, but only when one focussed with great intensity now, it was easy to understand these two just knew how be. They understood that the

Poem: We, the Featherhead Spirits – 01/04/21

We, the Featherhead Spirits, have much to offer the world. We dream in whirligigs, and seashells, and bunches of perfect pink pearls. We clutch onto hope, and fizz, and brightness that comes with positive things, and our hearts are content, we love to rise and accept everything that have been delivered, the goodness which Life has sent and brings. We, the Featherhead Spirits, come in many shapes and forms. We understand that there is more to the world than can bear or beg to belong,

Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

I try to light the way for myself, only me at the present, for myself I can only take responsibility, but maybe in the future I’ll brighten the paths of others, allowing them to feel illumination from my positive attitude and candour. I smile and I dance into my path of least resistance, of least duress, the lantern which dangles from my wrist [...]