Treasures. I will put them in my kete. And I will be rich, with a wealth of blossom. The flushed cheek of dawn, and kiss of sun. Memories, I’ve been too hungry to put anywhere, and dreams too unformed yet, for shape. All the residue, now melted down, and the elements of future possibilities, carried … More A Poem: Treasures

Finding yourself is not so hard. There are pieces of us everywhere. Each day, we can select. A bit of blue, duck-pond from a languid sky, or turn around and retrieve a little steel from the cold front’s ragged edge. Hear, the silence or tune your ear to the birds, the crickets, or cicadas or … More A Poem: Finding Yourself

You love me even when, I’m all angles and brittle bones. And I realise how, it takes energy to nurse a hurt, or uphold a frown. So, you love me and soften me as kneaded dough under your gentleness. That I flex and stretch again, within the moulding of your hand. My tightness shed, as … More A Poem: You Love Me When

Love is hard when we forget how simple it is. When what is asked of us is questionable, love answers low and clear. Our questions echoing back to us, as love asks, ‘Who am I?’ So when love is hard, we remember how simple it is. We need not cling to what is right, for … More A Poem: What is Right

Blessed are the peacemakers. Those to whom the choice is clear. Forget the fence, and trying so hard to walk it. The ones who choose peace, see no walls to erect or scale. The things which would divide fade in their import, compared to love, and its far reaching hospitality. Blessed are those whose cause … More A Poem: The Peacemakers

I don’t receive you by being you. If difference is to be respected, then so should mine. If difference is to be recognised, it is because we do not blend, but stand out backlit so we shine. I receive you best by being me. This heart shaped to hold yours. This depository of sorts, like … More A Poem: Difference