Hot Buttered Scones (a poem)

My grandmother had her best fare laid out well before she heard our wheels approach – barm brack, soda bread, hot buttered scones – and she’d boil the kettle one last time (before the doors opened and we all poured in, clutching suitcases and crisps and chocolates and blooping, bleeping devices she scarcely understood) so…

See Yourself / Your Solace 🌼 (spoken word poetry)

Soul healing for those who feel misunderstood, out of place … holding a vision that is yet unsteady on its feet. ❤️ See Yourself Drop your burdens and let dawning light caress your face.You hold a vision that is yet unsteady on its feetamidst rushing lines of traffic,the clicks and taps of impassioned argument. You…

Wild Spirit (a poem)

My darling, if there is any concept I would remove from our world,
it would be this:
that you are too much.
That your wild spirit should be chained.

Warrior Souls 🔥 (a short piece of spoken word art)

This is a video recording of a piece I wrote called A Reflection for the Warrior Souls. It’s for anyone who has ever feared their righteous anger, lest it devour their tender hearts. ❤️ ___________ Justice. Equity. Integrity. They are the causes that speak deeply to your heart. Your inner fire burns deep, scorching heavily…

The Grandmother 🌺 (spoken word art)

A narrative reflection I wrote, on the Wise Old Woman within. 🙏 May she forever be honoured and held close to our hearts. The Grandmother ‘Why the long face?’ The children laughed As they crowded into the lonely man’s cave. He stared at them with baleful, bleary eyes That had long been deprived of the…

‘Bear With Us’ (a Poem)

This is dedicated to business owners all over the world, as current circumstances force them to close down, with no clear path ahead. This poem arose as a response to a recent writing prompt I saw, which was “bear“. The phrase “bear with us” came to mind immediately, and as the plight of small business…

‘Petals’ (a Poem)

The path was strewn with petals. Fading daylight Rested on your fingers Your chest Your eyes That would never again Behold the changing seasons: Never marvel at the spring buds That appear in warmer days, Or watch birds taking flight, Turning towards home As winter closes in. They reminded us: Love is never lost. The…

‘When You Return’ (a Poem)

Remember leaves underfoot:How they crackled and slidAbove displaced earthDuring the autumn of innocence. Remember the warmth of laughter:How it felt to rise to your feetIn a much-loved caféTo embrace an old friend. Remember the wisdom in your elders’ eyes:How their love lifted youIn every greeting exchanged,Every memory shared,Every clasp of their hand. Remember your days…