‘Bear With Us’ (a Poem)

This is dedicated to business owners all over the world, as current circumstances force them to close down, with no clear path ahead. This poem arose as a response to a recent writing prompt I saw, which was “bear“. The phrase “bear with us” came to mind immediately, and as the plight of small business…

A Reflection for the Warrior Souls

This is an audio/video recording of a piece I wrote this summer, called A Reflection for the Warrior Souls. Justice. Equity. Integrity. They are the causes that speak deeply to your heart. Your inner fire burns deep, scorching heavily encrusted layers of suppression that have held many captive to their own fears. When crisis calls,…

‘We Will Mend/Freedom Is…’ – Spoken Word Art

I’m continuing with my experiments in creating pieces of spoken word art, and this is my second offering! I’m enjoying the process of pairing the words I write with images and music, to heighten their meaning. ‘We Will Mend’ and ‘Freedom Is…’ are both from my first anthology, The Light Touch of Liberty. They go…

‘Jim’ – Spoken Word Art

Recently, I’ve begun to experiment with sharing my poetry in video format, combining the words with images and music to bring the stories to life. My first effort, ‘Jim,’ is below. ❤️

‘Perhaps You Didn’t See it’ (a Poem and a Painting)

This poem and painting were featured in Just My Cup of Tea magazine recently, and it is an honour to share them both here today. ☁️🦅 Perhaps you didn’t see it: How they flew above you And turned circles of hope – Their feathers traced out a pattern you once understood. Perhaps you didn’t hear it:…

‘Petals’ (a Poem)

The path was strewn with petals. Fading daylight Rested on your fingers Your chest Your eyes That would never again Behold the changing seasons: Never marvel at the spring buds That appear in warmer days, Or watch birds taking flight, Turning towards home As winter closes in. They reminded us: Love is never lost. The…

‘Fall Away’ (a Poem)

Step back Into dreams That have fallen away. Those hopes that held your heart Are calling again: Louder now, A piercing note that cuts through the din.

‘The Way You Were’ (a Poem)

There is a promise in her eyes: A word you heard long ago, perhaps, On your night of yearning and tenderness When hope bloomed before your feet And held its breath in the air above.