Contrival

  He has a heart of gold Money has ruined him He doesn’t know who to blame Buckets of shame   The secrets of construction Rush a...

Violin strings flutter around the still centre of a single moment The Irish flute patterns the air and my soul Surges in the moonlight o...

Clarice Lispector an angel human you have me mute and shivering hot. Longing to write dance in a one two step of consciousness. I, as in sou...

We march for life For our survival on an agile globe For a receding reality, one fairer and greener Something better than the world’s ...

I watched as the evening sunlight laced  Shadow patterns across your flank  And I said, ‘But that is for me, what is for you?’ Sensing...