Another Sunset, Once More I Draw The Blinds

It’s been a year.  More precisely it will be 8 months and 16 days until I moved in. Yet here I am divided, the day I’m most looking forward to, the day I move out. I’ve had some fun. I’ve met some interesting people. More than anything I’ve poured myself into work. Now, on the […]

Bucket List Beginning: The Human and In Being

For once I was not led by the ingrained voice of my mother, I was led by my own. Walking down the busy street into town in a morning I regularly see the same homeless guy. He always looks clean enough and rarely says anything. Every time I walk into town I wish I had […]

Even Though I’m A Woman

I’m missed those faces, even though I’m a woman now. I walked away because I love you more when I miss you, but no less I love you. No luggage weighing me down, its presence halted by the sunset from a duller day my steps fleed from. My mind over filled, a release of words […]

Colouring-in Weather

”The clouds are looking a little grey” he said. So I pulled off my sunglasses that made the world filtered like one of his instagram shots and slid them over his eyes. ”Better?” ”I think so. But now the contrast is off, the clouds look orange.” He chuckled as I sighed giving him a disdainful […]

A Goodbye Wrapped In Brown Paper

I wrapped your t-shirt so neatly, like it were a thing of any delicacy not something in which on countless nights I slept in. I fold the odd sock you misplaced and the second t-shirt that merely sat among both other items in the bottom of a basket until I discovered them again finally unearthing […]

The Orphaned Stars

She sat among the midnight. Magnetic skies lighting her footprints in the ground and she strolled towards the Oak tree and sat below its branches looking up to the stars to take her elsewhere; Each so entwined but far apart…she knew how that felt. She wondered about this place, submerged into the forest of night. […]

At This Moment In Time: The Last Of April

The conservatory is emptied of sound while its roof is increasingly rebelled against by an army of rain droplets on their course to whatever earth they may find between the concrete water features and porcelain plant pots. The last day of April and I open the door to it, the scent of the heat ascending […]