Words
– the intro to a message on the importance of words and our role as storytellers, regardless of which words we choose.
Read MoreProse & Poetry
From My Design World.
Sometimes you need to be able to have a good laugh at yourself and the joys of doing design work.
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Hope Dances.
once in the shadow of a dark moon caught in the lamplight flicker hope danced on a black sky dimples of light where her feet landed hope knows how to dance on the deep darkness in the depths she latches on with fury curls up her will into lightening eyes…
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Short Story: Installments.
In this particular life, the simple untruths are rapidly growing out of control, and things are quickly unraveling. Although day by day, it goes unnoticed, without any measure of control the whispers are overwhelming Truth, and soon she will be lost in the darkness of deception, hidden in the shadow of a small disgrace. A small disgrace, once kept out of view, but now being revealed as gently as a blanket is unraveled thread by thread.
Read MoreStarbucks Napkin – Poem.
There Are Some Dark Clouds Hanging Heavy Over This City I was hunting through the depths of my handbag, cleaning up and out in the buildup to New Year, potentially also because I am bored to death. I found this, that I wrote on a Starbucks napkin on the Upper…
Read MoreLucidity Speaks – Poem.
Lucidity Speaks When you speak, how often I must listen with baited breath to hear the thing you might say next, could be funny or serious off guard, i tend to spend these moments and makes me like an addict for I love the rush of blood to my head…
Read MoreKisses Of An Old Man – Poem.
Older And Wiser if you’ve ever had the kisses of an older man they are sweet and soft he is full of wisdom and life his lips are warm and frail but honest when they meet yours if you’ve ever had the kisses of an older man you will learn…
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Morning – Poem.
Waking Up This Morning In The Mist & Fog i love rainy mornings when the sun is just close enough to up, the world is transluscent and damp. i’ll sing about coffee shops and lost loves and harbor selfish memories in that sad early hour with the heater on in…
Read MoreFind Me – Poem.
Find Me seeking You in unexpected places looking to recognise You in a lunchhour ..in a conversation, to know Your familiar hand in a heartbeat, in a cityscape.. driving in smog-laden queues in lonely offices, on a misty road. looking at a prison, trying to escape my own seeking You,…
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Recipe for an Episcopalian.
A Recipe for an Episcopalian He used to leave the tomato leaves To dry on the windowsill, Separated, The largest on the left, Diminishing in size Until there was just a scrap of green left, The baby of the family. Once dry, the leaves were so fragile A strong gust…
Read MoreWaiting Round The Letterbox
“dear boy this is girl. my head is full of knowledge and my heart is full of feeling and somewhere in the middle it all is meant to meet. i don’t know where. there is no mapbook. so i get in my car and i drive. i drive to the…
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The Distance Of A Dove – Poem.
A poem about what we hope for, what we need and what we ask for.
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