Writer's Intuition

Dear Reader, (If anyone has happened to chance upon this rather not-so-very-secret diary of mine) it is my simultaneous pleasure and occa...

Lights in my brain Won't stop flickering Voices in my head Won't stop bickering My blanket smells of  Bedbug spray "It...

As the New Year approaches, I am optimistic. I tell myself  That (the things) I have hidden far too much For far too long Deep within ...

Alone on the roads Silent night All the streetlights Flickering, all the crickets chirping Unsteady steps - Nobody notices Maybe I...

Everyone around me  Has some hand in their own glory Some build bridges Some watch them wash away Most are burnt down By those who think...

will i find myself  at your doorstep again? will i drag myself always almost falling asleep smell the daffodils growing in spurts and ...

today is poetry day the day when you notice the warm shafts of sunlight cutting through the gaps between autumn's leaves as they s...