Seeded and full fruited, we lay. 
Our prickled hard-cased feelings
Peeled and squirreled away
For a brighter, braver day.
One Forgotten
One Hospital Wait
The weight,
The crushing,
Rushing
Mad-slide
Of fear.
Still, waiting for word
Of their loved one.
One Ending
A subtle causeway
Floods,
Subsides,
As inside,
The rip tide
Of your lies
Erodes
Those roads
We built
Between us.
One Sleep
One Hope
Sometimes,
The sky
Above
Is enough.
Some days
It’s all
I can
Hope for.
One Sketch Of A Girl
A sketch I did some years ago, with a little PS colour ‘wash’ added today.
