Epic

I tip-toed through the tulips in old Amsterdam with my sister, my brother, my Dad and my Mam
We...

FLanders and Ishmael
Poetry and chain mail
Such is the life of a high King
Beautiful...

Martial law inapropos to stave, staunch,
and stem police brutality,
nevertheless commander in...

An old-fashioned kite is such a splendid toy giving great excitement for any girl or boy
They are...

Week 8 gone in the blink of an eye....

How is time,
Flying by so fast,
As we’re now...

It is unnerving
At times
Being alive
When around you
Is so much death
I...

Agony, grief and particularly anger
roil these lovely bones
life, liberty, and pursuit of...

Alone in the dark, his thoughts melting
He stares at a glowing screen
That helps him...

One day I will shop till I drop and until my pennies run dry well I aint gonna stop
And before I...

While figuratively trout fishing
for ideas to write about
analogous (hook, line and sinker)...

Crawling out the cracks are life, death and everything inbetween,
This place is a haven for...

I smile politely to people as we are passing one another along the way and often greet with small talking...

Dame Mother Earth is fickle as she moves in mysterious ways
Her changing elements of weather are...

Week 8 gone in the blink of an eye....

How is time,
Flying by so fast,
As we’re now...

Marcus maybe only ten years old and Megan is sweet sixteen
but he worships the ground she walks on...

Too many moons has waxed and waned amidst sad broken memories of mascara tears stained
Just a snip...

Floating little fragile feather fluffy and flimsy
Wondering where on earth it came from in my...