Storyteller & poet. Original, bittersweet and engaging, are what I attempt to offer readers of my work. I hope—whether it be poetry or prose—that my content gives the reader enjoyment, and maybe a pause for thought and reflection.
How hard that life has become? How hard that life has become?
There was a time when you looked for me, There was a time when you looked for me,
With minutiae in my thinking, A longing from way back when… With minutiae in my thinking, A longing from way back when…
It’s never alone It’s never alone
Light from the lamps casts your silhouette face, Crackers snap-crack, rockets fly into space. Light from the lamps casts your silhouette face, Crackers snap-crack, rockets...
“Listen, we’re here for a reason,” I say, “the reason I think is the same,” “Listen, we’re here for a reason,” I say, “the reason I think is the same,”
Oh! How I wish for night-the colour of your hair-to cover me. To stay buried beneath its blanket,... Oh! How I wish for night-the colour of your hair-to cover me. To stay buried ...
I travel little and light, But when I do,. . I travel little and light, But when I do,. .
The grandfather clock chimes another doleful hour, It’s mechanical heart murmurs within its oaken... The grandfather clock chimes another doleful hour, It’s mechanical heart murm...
This poem is about finding a reason to love, else there's no point to staying. This poem is about finding a reason to love, else there's no point to staying.