Lifted off the Streets

A taper in the sinking blackness, the only glimmer of hope in the mosquito infested cell. A thin, tick mattress and a scratchy blanket bringing no comfort was all he had to lie on. Constantly shifting to stop the rabid scraping, with encrusted fingers, of the raging,...

Soldier Boys

Two boys, Barely men With ash blonde hair, And soot stained skin   In a peaceful life They would be friends, or kin, But, in this war-torn world Neither would live to see who would win   Both twenty-two With, an invisible vision of victory, Marched forth...

Wild Waters

Wild WatersSnow white palm, brittle as glassRed wine sky stained with poison,Flesh falls in fields of violence while, Rain taps upon tobacco-stained fingertipsDeath, lingers, in the shadows of trees,Whisps of hair, flutter in steel cold wind.Youth halted in time; age...

Summers’ End

Slipped dress off plastic hanger felt it’s crisp cotton lightness fingertip touch of buttercups and daises a sash of lilac stroked her sun-kissed skin. Breathed in a new memory of meadow-sweet and cup-cakes and small bare feet, running through warm grass. Folds of...

After all – ‘luck is what you make it’.

Sarah’s fingers crept slowly through the clover scented meadow grass; parting it gently she repeated the count in her head, ‘One, two, three – one, two, three – one, two, three’. In the half an hour of painstaking searching, she had never reached the magic four....