She tosses a handful of flour down, pressing raw dough into its grains. Fifty loaves a day feeds the need for ancient grains as beds for avocado. Dull white brick retreats into the cold cement wall. She dreams of painting it with a glowing sun, its warmth bursting through a…

My five favourite exercises to kick-start inspiration — Inspiration is a fickle master. Waiting for it to appear as a lightning bolt in my brain has led to hours of frustration and an anxious poet staring at a blank page. I needed a flint to create a spark of creativity. Eventually, I learned to take control of my…

A love poem — diamonds are not the obstacle between a new contract of love, witnessed so don’t hide your honesty even when it’s broken it’s a force ignited in flare-red inter-dependence wrapped in the beauty of two hearts and the excitement of today and someday

For you I’d paint the sky cast garden creatures into the heavens like tin-shiny ingots searing the velvet veil of nighttime its iridescent magic encircling our gilded hearts melding into a caramel glow of sunset

A Haiku poem — Honey-gold twilight Spills over the musky lawn At day’s sweet ending

Next Spring we will fly to distant shores and visit without barriers We will gather near walking hand in hand breathing fresh air; reunited We will stay in on our own terms encouraging and standing by each other continuing to have hope Even if next spring is just like this…