MY POEMS

As the night creeps back in we long for the cool of the middle of the night, to refresh our minds and senses. "Those who dream by day are...

The sun has relented and relief comes to all. "Cowardice is the most terrible of vices." Mikhail Bulgakov Parting To lose is to win if...

The cloud obscures the sun and the pleasant warm is a relief. "The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump...

As the sun starts to find his feet, we run for the shade. "Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to...