The buzz of race cars drones on and off, a swarm of wasps taking over my neighbourhood...
Where are you, patriots of old? Where are your history books whitewashed with words of compassion, apologies for past behaviours that you now repeat?...
I have seen your heart. Spoken in words and images, callous memes meant to support your selfish attitude, regardless of the truth.
Tell me about your pool, where do you swim?
I've got joy down in my heart. Where? Beneath the rocks and stones, the thorns and dry bones.
Spring beckons. energy coiled tightly, building with renewed pressures, unseen to the eye. Read more...
When the world comes calling, stand up.
Alone in the crowd\ I’m used the feeling.
I don’t fit in.
Empathy’s eyes \ don’t see you posturing \ ready for the next fight.
Not exactly between\ rocks and hard places\ I sit at the edge,\ on the fence.
We drive by wonderland every second weekend.
It's in the air the scent of soil fresh from the thaw.
I’d rather be sleeping