Poetry

I climb because of the ache in my calves,   because my breath puffs out in little clouds,   soft and fleeting…

To graze the moon with five-toed footsteps,  and the blood rushing to animate the muscles  as they function below the…

I begin all my letters with the same phrase.  And end them the same way too.    Wishes,  A thousand…

At night, I sit on the windowsill and wonder how Earth rotates and shows us stars. At night, I lie…

But here, you’re treated like cattle. Sedated, reduced from the most capable creature on the planet To just a pair…

Long before you were her world, She’d type and write and scribble There was so much to write about She’d…

Every single hair,  Every single chip,  Every single detail,    Must be perfection.    For my work is no less…

‘One’    The keen knife; held only by the handle, Or cut  by merciless metal.    One more, Just one. …

Sometimes I think I’m okay, but when the tide turns I realise that  everything is gone. The once strong, beautiful…