On Halloween the veil between the worlds of the dead and the living drops and we can reach out to those we loved and lost. Nerea is in charge of the family canteen for the night and she is bound by ancient duty to keep her post...
Words are cruel friends. They like to use you, (like here) to get out their own tongues, half-recognisable to the human ear. When I need them for anything of social consequence, they seem to evade me. Might as well give in to their scrapings on the back of my throat. I don't have much of a choice, really. They squeeze...
There is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems. They are suffocating, odd, haunting. Some works have been taken d...
Sometimes I stare at your grave from afar, and recall the beautiful pain that came with loving you.
Bits and bobs I may experiment with and post. I've been told they can be called oddities too! I think. I'll double check that one...
This is a follow on collection from Windswept. In this collection I will examine the concept of love from a more ethereal perspective.
Ivy-jacketed, December oaks on road-borders shock their stark gestures at us now, through sun and sleet, that January will yawn at and February, propping eyelids, will desperately ignore, longing for blossom; and making do with the least of anything flowering.
Carmina (Hebrew) means garden or orchard. In Latin it means song or poem. This is a collection of Poems of love, life and nature.
