MY POEMS

Winding through the palace, it was like a house, with little rooms and elegant furnishings. This lodging then led onto a balcony...

Do you have a plan? Even the best laid plans are interrupted by circumstance. Life is not like a map in this case and so the metaphor...

I love maps. I love tracing the journey and plotting the route. I imagine each part and what the scenery may be like, as I make the route...

We all have battles of the soul in our life. A time that we desperately urge to do something we should not, either because it would hurt...