Monthly Archives: May 2014

Eyes alone don’t see the beauty of words that are written. For that the soul must be scratched, the heart must be smitten. Write them with a wide brush, but leave the meaning fast. In that way the beauty of … Continue reading →

From Anything But Hackneyed. A collection of my early poems. The gate sprung open, a galloping horse. A rider gripping tightly, a mile long course.Seconds of tension, although a lifetime past. Heart thumping energy. Will the hearts last?Half a length … Continue reading →

    It’s silent here. The illuminated ball that once shone over you is being wrenched from above, leaving you alone in a lightless paradise with present peace at mind. A bronzed blanket lay under your bare feet, as the … Continue reading →