Category Archives: Hidden Lights

There’s something I want to tell you, something that’s very important, but I’m not sure my words can capture it, and even if they could I’ve been told that if I speak them I will die, but the person who told me that didn’t realise that this is important enough to me to take theContinue reading “Words”

So here it is, my poetry,the clobber of transformationthat I cart around with meso I can see things anew,so I can feel the dust moteof inspiration falling,expanding in my head,first into an image,then into a line,a precious linethat tumbles outand leads to anotherand then anotheruntil they are all falling,trailing colours behind themthat mix with myContinue reading “Hidden Lights”