Poetic Prose

Shorty is boss He pushes around They move out of the way Not by choice. Shorty is the shortest but the…

A Budding Rose  If only I could back time, When I was young, sexy and selfish, Living like Spring, rising…

Sparktacular essence, Trapped in the rain, Filled with light, Yet filled with disdain. Sparktacular…

What If... What if actuaries would say: There’s no time to delay Doing what you should do In the time…

ANGEL PASSING Before the bible When man was at birth The angels walked the earth. They took Enoch and…

A Colourless Mind Your hair is blond your skin is white your blood is red your oriental eyes suck in the…

Bucket List: What nonsense. Really. We are going around in our sunset years with a tin pail into which we are…

Grandmother lived upstairs in our two family flat, and she told me all the stories while sipping her homemade…

Circle of Life: Ribbons, Bows, and Pink Lace I am six, no ribbons, bows, or pink lace, only long curly locks…

Caravaggio, Caravaggio, not your name but the town you were born. Michelangelo Merisi