Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!

Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.

Twilight the blue sky fades to gre… Golden yellow sun always there, Burning my back and bleaching my h… And bleaching my hair. The sea holds an answer I feel as…

Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?

Watch you go, Cold as snow, Salt and blood. Graved in stone, Old friends gone,

For Christmas this year, I shall paint my fat face! I can do that you know. A clown, A queen,

If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...

I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku

When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…

“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,

Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,

Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.