Storms

Black beauty

A poem

The beauty of an adversity storm,
your brain at the eye of circling testing situations,
filling your subconscious mess with streaks of dark to enhance your pessimism.

Watching epimedia by storm

I can sit at an open window
and an electrical storm is going haywire out it
I’m online investigating a fistful…

Poetry

Rage

‘dark light sweeps a swollen river heaving with momentum’

Safety

Wind whistles.
Blankets piled high,
pillows and silk,
cocoon me, rock me
into a dream.