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She watches mist settle, Engulfing the cottage in a mystic softness Her glow the only presence in an empty room. Walking deserted spaces, the..

Vines of smoke snake stealthily through the night An old crone sits, stoking the fire Standing bent, she chants beside a stream Her clothes..

The gnarled ancient oak sits leaning into the river bank covered in a heavy crust of moss. Holes peppered it's bark from years of worms, woodpe..

A childhood memory.

Sentries draped in forest green. Stretching, reaching, branching, Bending to the wind commands. Standing fast to meet the water We..

Just a funny little story to make you smile

Life is sometimes like a wrong number. You call but end up speaking to a stranger and never seem to reach the party you actually need. It ..

Published in the first edition of U magazine last year through Mind's Eye.

Cowboys herdin’ cattle cross dusty trails Sandy hooves paint ground fog in their wake Shuffling along swattin’ flies off mo..

Rain falling; washing away the tracks of pain, Steps I cannot feel as the cold winds invade, Time has passed or has it stopped? I car..