Poetry/Fiction

Welcome to my mind. My blessing and my curse, my best and my worst.This is where the true me hides from you.It is an aviary of birds diverse, this a...

Beautiful butterflies.I watch you hatchgrow large and fat.And then you change. You cocoonand magic happens within you.Your body is broken and reformedinto something new.The process that you go throughreshapes you.A...

This roomcan only hold so manybright lightsthrough fear of blinding.Though we are bound,our tethers may be destinedto only ever pass through walls,preventing the collision,of two sparks so brightthrough fear of...

I pick up a pen to write.Not of lists, or notesorganisational toolsjournaling, extracting sentences delicately under aesthetic for careful analysis under a highly focused lens. No, not todaytoday I play...

Dirty, blue bin.Plastic top mottled by old cigarettes.Scars left by those who hold their breath,extinguishing the flame. Lonely, blue bin.Abandoned red flowers drop curling leaves.Browning stems sagging,time passing,weighted with someonepausing,before...

I’ll write todaynot fight today.I’ll paint, compose, I’ll create today.I’ll take the gloom and spin it into thread.Gorgeous hues of greys and blues.Take my mental loom and weave itthrough and...