Reborn

So, what if I was born again?
In embryonic form, I hide inside a stranger womb
Loving the bitterness of my fear,
keeping my eyes wide shut to the…

The Gift

A Short Story

There are no happy faces in a cemetery.
That is where his cold body rests, in the deep, dark…

Give Me the Peace of a Sunday Morning Sunrise

Learning to be where you are when you are

Touch Me

When I’m feeling lost
Reel me back in
Touch me

The Solid Middle

Poetry/ Prose

I am at a stage where I am scratching, squeezing and stealing warmth from TV…

Strangers

Who are we?

Despite the sweetest
pains to endear
yourself — 
to anyone —

Let Today Be The Day

Let today be the day.

Obsession

A Haiku

endless corridors
write without ever stopping
the path to freedom

The Psychotherapist

A poem

I watched you turn
Circle back
Throw shadows on the past
Like finger puppets
On a wall…

Water Fume

Reflecting on attachments

I Never Learned To Forget

A sweet haiku