With the happy faces of my friends staring at me and a heart wide awake, my pen poured a poem. An ode to sisterhood. These girls My world...

To remind you I do write commissioned poems if that’s something you would like to gift yourself or someone else under the tree stars...

This afternoon I played that record where You sing remember the love we made Of course you’re not singing to me But now you’re asking I...

Make coffee as if you’re making love to me warm your hands as the heat rises the body of the plunger about to burst no need to let it...

Two years we roamed this earth together you and I from lands far apart finding each other at the end of the world just as it stopped...

She is a wild one No body knows Where nature ends and She starts Petals unfolding into A hurricane Skin shimmering in the moonlight Soft...

Girl I've been making love all night fell asleep to the taste of sweet port wine he made the sun set in my third eye all went dark until...

You know what I love? Saying I love you Three days into knowing you Heart explosions Hard positions Intense everything Yes to anything...

Reality begins single whilst dwelling on one another and rejecting to live solo A few told me someone true unique and original (an...

Take me away from here to a place where dusty roads touch the horizon sun sets in the late afternoon throwing stones shooting stars how...

Reading Gil Scott-Heron poems eating leftover pasta in bed red wine in a teacup 5 AM and I’m still up the late hours is where the magic...

Can you hear the wood golden strings singing within same story different guitar you touch it like magic fingers made for this bringing us...

Saturdays like Saturdays should be clouds of rain linger turn the garden into mist where the ocean used to be is a long queue of fog, one...

His first Impressions of The world people Grandparents Uncles Aunts Everyone Exposed old impacts Of love Now he can research Other forms...

To remind you I do write commissioned poems if that’s something you’d like to gift yourself or someone else under the tree stars ceiling...

Have you ever had someone write you a poem in public? In the middle of the street or at a festival? I have and I absolutely loved it....

To all you gorgeous folk in lockdown and/or out in the open: if your itch for poetry has become too strong to handle, your yearning to...

Morning light streaming in to our caravan’s delight cup of coffee warming hands feet wet on the grass we drink in the day get drunk on...

Yippiieeee! POISON IVY, our book of poems and illustrations, is rrrready to roll, baby! Time to celebrate, somersault, handstand and...

It’s been a while oh yes indeed! Making my way from festival to festival, camping on beaches, visiting friends, road tripping soaking up...