Trust these hands 

Learning to trust one’s heart once again, not an easy endeavour


Have you been obsessed by something or with someone? Ask yourself, when is the right time to let go of an obsession?

Sin rima

Poesía en Español "Sin rima"

No rhyme

Who do you miss the most, and why? Write it down, express it, let it out...


An ode to life and sticking two fingers up to cancer...warning contains explicit language

Little boxes

Does your life fit into square little boxes?

Don’t tell me how to love

... Don't tell me how to love The scars in my heart Make it fragile My heart which is bleeding Hold it kindly As it's healing ...


Space, when forced upon us is not welcomed...

When you look at me 

A dipped toe into poetry...

Wings in my heart….

Eighteen months after the death of my husband, I look back at what my life has been, is now and hope will be, grateful that despite all the pain his illness and death has caused me and my children, I feel as if I have wings in my heart once again...