Eyes rush and the skin buzzes And the ears are pricked To the acoustic accusations That are the city’s language.   You’ve got a promising grin— You’re taking me to the field You mentioned on theRead More

Moon Cast I sat alone in the cold. The moon as my only friend? I heard an unfamiliar sound. The mountain side cast me as a silhouette against the moon. I sat alone perched on theRead More

It is with the beginning of a sentence that a writer is born. The complex mind providing the simplistic escape from reality A world of wonder and dreams forged like castle walls Each stone a wordRead More

  Comment your thoughts And / Or a suggestion They are usually weird. But some are an exception- All of ‘em sound creepy I report them weekly. But some are fantastic! I love being sarcastic… AndRead More

O’ Gibbous moon of the winter night, A slit of white in liminal twilight, Commands the bowing winds and all Unveiling her form like a curtain-call. On this cold night of winter’s peek, She perches aboveRead More