"Something to be said..."

Heard him on the Roberts’ radio, And dissecting him… who else but Motion? Someone who loved life despite the Gloom and prediction; A man wh...

From the root my vines will Chew through soil, entwining Yours: deep, intricate, taught and Thickening, embedded and warm in You, until the ...

How long the world cocooned You from me – held Warmth in such suspense Those shivering nights As I lay close to prayer. There was a choking ...

Still he slept – the little boy – In a drench of nightly grey; His anticipation brewing up With dreams of Christmas day. But golden tinge th...

Like sketching out life in pencil: A fear of ink indelible.

She and I, the texture of Colour: heavy, bold Smears of it, saturating Canvasses of endless tomorrows In a drenching Douse of regal gold and...

Wading through Outback Hunting the plummed cricket ball That in the pregnant clay Had somewhere thudded. Drenched in red and Squidgier ...