Solitude
The phone does not ring No one comes to call Does this mean I mean nothing at all? The clock strikes twelve The hour is late Does this mean I will never escape? The sky weeps No one sleeps Does… (READ MORE)
Forgotten Voices
Hello? Are you still in there? Are you asleep? You have been quiet for so long I don’t know if you’re still there. Have you forgotten how to speak? I haven’t seen you for so long I don’t know if… (READ MORE)
For Bronte.
This was written several years ago in memory of a dear friend and loyal companion who passed away. She eventually found the stress and drama of thunderstorms just too much to bear. At this time of year when we spend… (READ MORE)