Narrative

The best things in life will always be free
Like the sunsets on that horizon and yon beckoning sea...

My head is an island
My mind is the sea
My thought are those tiny shoals of fishes that swim...

Betwixt a rhyming of a verse, between the sheer beauty of prose

Such poetic words may be...

Granny says "I don't want you to go to waste."

And I say.

Wouldn't it be nice to be living...

When there is nothing left to say but words of grief and sorrow

Its a sad lonely world when you...

Mushrooms to powder
ziplock bag full
Pour me another handful
lick it from my palms...

Twisting and turning, gyrating around
Whilst inside her head she still imagines that symphonic,...

All days in all weathers he dresses the same
Don't know who he is or even his name
Wears a...

“Come on Darcey” Mumford “Woof..Woof” translates his doggy barking
“Wait for me” Darcey runs along...

What was left behind
In worlds that play on replay
Repeating circles of living histories...

Study this image and I wonder what do you see?

A youthful eye of curiosity and such sheer vitality...

It is faith to price a flying life,
When lacks hang in the air.

It is faith to stare at the...

Staring at that pretty picture on this wall, I succumb to a bewitchingly, beckoning call

So I slip...

I walk four miles or maybes more in flimsy flip flops and my feet are sore

So I take them off and...

Take me to strawberry fields and
keep me dancing after dark
Stoke the bonfires on the beach...

As bossy as a big black Crow 🦅

I sit amidst my own four pretty papered walls

With my...

She sits solitary, is she lonely or lost?

Theres that nip amidst the chilliness from an early...