The Costume Bag

Mamma once told me that she always knew she wanted to be a dancer. I don’t know what I want to be when I’m older but today, today…

Gin at midnight

I’m walking home when I see it and remember that we’ve run out. I push open the door of Wine on Main and a little bell above my head rings in an out of tune jingle. He nods at me from behind the counter. I say a little ‘Hi’, give a mini wave and then head to the back. A corner of his mouth lifts up…

Little poems for nostalgia

One, two three

#1

Stay

Where To From Here?

Watch how I rise 
Only for my wings to be clipped
Feathers float
They are lifted
On a gentle breeze

Digital you, me, it

Pay Attention

Little poems for grief

One and two

#1

Little poems for hope

One, two, three

#1

Little Cloud

There are times when
I find you in a cloud