Verse

In the nineteen seventies
Called " Mulatto" and " Half Breed"
An American childhood
...

Amidst the many mysteries of my muddled up mind

All mixed up and somewhat entangled, but yet still...

We laugh.. we cry.. the truth be told, as it is wrong to lie.

Our emotions are expressed every...

Chapter One: Boy meets girl..(How my parents met)..

I am Jill Tait nee’ Dawson and I thought I’d...

Welcome to the end
Seems like we're drowning
This is gloriously timeless
It's almost...

Cut short a rose never truly spores
A stock rising roots
bud to flower protected beauty...

Somewhere shuffling amidst my inner imagination

I see a little street urchin, suffering from the...

Twas a chilly morning on September the first, tho one seldom questioned why

Thirty one long days...

Magical misty blues are yon colours up so high

Weaving wondrous woves as Cumulus clouds pass me by...

There’s an art lost to the dark of neon arcs
Where words sink or charge the energy of rising charts...

Goodbye August with your summer season.. you have left us sprinkles of showery rain showers no doubt for a...

Ah... already the summer
approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze
one more...

Busy bee
Wasn't feeling so buzzy
He was a sleepy old bee
And his head felt fuzzy...

I rhyme with my reasoning, when I rhythm my flow

Coz I prefer the matching sounds as I pen as I go...

Vapour rose from the intense heat

An aftermath of that deluge on the sun kissed street

...

One day I died,
But didn't leave.
Lupus had taken my air & had stolen my heartbeats,...

When this month of August fades away

And there is only one more day

Mother nature’s...