Hues of the night, Bring tones of conversations to life, From the sadness of the voice, To the tiredness of the day, Everything said in...

It begins something like this, By remembering small things, And slyly making them know, That they care. It begins something like this,...

Maybe if I could talk, Or rather listen to you, Than write these words here, Then maybe, just maybe, I would feel better than this moment.

They're both lying, And they know, Yet the truth remains silent, On an already quiet night. With their quietness speaking in volumes, As...

A young couple moved upstairs a few weeks ago and as they settled in their daily lives, I became a part of their life. How? There would...

He comes sneaking from the back door, Assuming I'll never realise his arrival, When I can sense the shift in the air, Long before he...

What can you find in a poet's book? • You'll find pages written in different inks. Some words cancelled and edited out to make the poem...

Sometimes I want to gather all my words, Like fallen leaves in the garden, And pack them up for decomposition. The words tend to grow my...

On a random June night, Of a day that hasn’t gone so right, I want to curl up on my bed, In the warmth of someone’s arms and calmness in...