Well, it was warm and moist in there. Now what is this that invades my lungs? Only one thing to do, scream and cry. I have heard that voice before, I'm sure I have. The light, it hurts my eyes. Um, ok you're bundling me now, wrapping in some kind... read more about birth.

Reinstate the stars Hang them in their rightful places. They have been there all long There is no exile in the milky way. Detach the stars from the coat hanger of memories. Shared moments and shed tears, left to dry. Emotions eventually absolve. Promulgate the stars For, they are testaments... read more about night sky (revised).

He is always the first to leave hanging around the edges like a frayed curtain drawn by the collegiate executive. Nervously clutching his keys that firmly encase his pinky finger he stands in a cloud of misunderstanding and apprehension. Waiting for some divine locksmith to arrive and release the impounded... read more about frank.

saturday afternoon sun shining on candle pine the sprinkles lay where they fell artificial colours fading to white on the hard cement enter leaf blower swept off their feet the sprinkles find themselves pushed for no apparent reason towards the gravel lost in the abyss of grey colour run read more about sprinkles vs leaf blower.

she lives in the house on the end of the street the one with the paved driveway and green awning frame taking its place amongst the other houses of the same ilk the one with the smashed windows covered with newspaper and rusty keyhole inset into the door like a... read more about worlds apart.

she sits on the beach dunes cushioning her body limbs leaving an imprint sand seasoning her skin with salt her ringless fingers clutch the bread ripping glutenous strains from the house of crumbs the bonnet is wrapped tightly around her sun weary head shielding her ears from the wind's distracting... read more about gulls.

waiting for the golden vines of modern history to grow for the leaves to heal the involuntary racing heart for the roots to take hold and bring stability back for the fruit to satiate the tumultuous stomach for the branches to provide pathways to new thoughts -- perhaps the tears... read more about chlorophyll.

its residents stay inside, mostly keeping to themselves like a wicketkeeper throwing a ball against the wall with gloves on the roadhouse is the centre it is here Julie waits upon tables of distant strangers upon a new day, some day sometimes it just gets too much so she retreats... read more about bordertown.

rain is the army of hope falling from the sky like a battalion wearing tailor-made boots here to stomp their feet dancing on rooftops peering through windows falling on fallowed ground indiscriminately leaving moist imprints dislodging silt and grime it is as if the troops carry with them soap and... read more about rain appreciation society (reconvened).

‘ I think I have found the problem' she said ‘it has been written many times before’ and how do I write words that can be read when all I see is a long list of chores? But still I will try to sit here and write ‘bout Him who... read more about carols (a sonnet).

Reinstate the stars. Hang them in their rightful places. But they were there all along, you will say. There was no exile in the milky way. OK, then, don't let them take me back. Detach them from the coat hanger of memories. Shared moments and shed tears, left to dry. ... read more about night sky.

I’m sure the grass was greener on that day and the window, iridescent in the sunlight until the next ball. The delivery, was one and the same leaving the hand, a deep inflection onto the bat with force and vigour. An outside edge, flying above the guard the kitchen window... read more about window.

the stable timbers are rotting at the base the animals unsettled blistered feet and calloused hands aching muscles from the road nervous mother in waiting jealous king fearing usurper sends search party heavenly messengers to extol news divine recipients still unknowing new star appearing over nestled stable providence ensured the... read more about christmas.

What do you think, is there space? surely we can jam some more in those gaps you know, just move those around a bit this stock ain’t gonna move itself these people need this, and now! ok, let’s take it all out and rearrange it you grab that large one... read more about delivery.

move the cursor forward don't let it drag behind just breathe in and see what will come with time wring the tears and pain out devastation to sublime no odometer readings of what is left behind drive on through drive on through re-arrange the letters no return, just space regain... read more about drive on through.