Don't lose hope, for everything you have created will keep you afloat from bonds of kinship to idle doodles on a rainy day every piece of...

A vulnerable offer - Soft, supportive outreach Anxious and clammy, yet earnest. Take their hand and seal the deal with touch. Arches,...

Late is the hour - the bright facade of day now retreated, and in its' place; a void. Cascading dusk creeps across the land; A nocturnal...

How the fuck are we supposed to make it through a single week, a day, a moment - in this carousel of empathetic overload? I have only so...

There are days devoid of joy Where callous shadows creep out from every crevice, Consuming. It is in these days that we must seek...

It is so much more than just art It is a brief reprieve from a bad day a window into another world a story an escape a means to connect...

A journey; Everything and everyone is travelling forwards Through time Through space And we have not the luxury to pause, Even for a...

Along the beach, A long line of smiling faces, drawn in the sand. Some near, others distant. Some ever-present, others intermittent, Yet...

The fire in the kitchen had spread, and fast. Bellowing, black, and rising now, obscuring hope Of escape from the oil pan flames....

I’ll often see shades of what once was; The peculiar shapes of things long lost. A glimmer in an eye, or a faint scent That belongs in...

Let’s forget who we are - cast off these burdened husks that we call our selves. Let’s peel away our costumes clinging tightly to our...

I lay atop a strange plinth, Unaware of what’s to come. I cover myself, smothered In a shroud, hiding from night. I stir, tossing and...

Summer’s ecstasy has faded, And it seems now, far off; A distant dream of warmth, And late eve’ sunsets. Life around us seems to falter,...

Calamity, strife, pain and loss. Rain hammered down, Unleashed upon the tiny green boat, lost at sea. The Fisherman returned, drenched...

Sometimes I just stop, sit and think: . . . "How can you all just carry on like this? Like nothing even happened at all. So much...

The maelstrom of reality is Bellowing, blustering, beating. Bad luck, cursed fate - call it what you want; Days filled with pain and...

Lately I’ve found solace In the company of ghosts, Unseen, unheard; but felt. Shades that linger only in corners Unspoiled by the living;...

Waves gulp, and splutter onto rock As water spills over the natural jagged stone-dams, Forming paracosms; miniature kingdoms in the small...

An offering - My sword tossed aside, laying abandoned on the wet ground; surely a sign of honest intent? My shield lowered and dropped...

I look out of my window, and I declare That the landscape is an Empire. The grass and the flowers are the serfs, numerous and expendable....