"Something to be said..."

A pulsating throb cuts through the pregnant pause. ‘You have a new message’, it beats. Flexing fingers fumble for ‘Select’. Brain br...

Silently I sit on my balcony. A recent downpour has showered the deck. I perch here with bare feet, one foot lightly kissing the shi...

Those dreamy walks in warm night air confessed a hidden glow, And through the chiselled rocks of Rome our brief affair did twist. The Pa...

My heart has pumped the pain cold crystal through my veins. Sharp shingles scraping bitter truths, etching my soul. Trapped in a c...

Lips still soft from your kisses; fresh memories washing by, breezy and muddled, scattering fumbled images on rolls of film. Head ...

Scrambled egg and love. Savour the taste. But scraping the burnings from the pan takes longer than you think. Remember that your heart...

I was an amateur to love, surviving - I thought - on instinct. There I was, emblazoned in light            on Broadway singing to ...