The grief monster has reared its head once again, grabbing me by the throat, pinned me to the wall, saying: “you will grieve…”
Writers block sometimes feels as if your brain is swimming in thick murky fog
Despite loss, pain and grief, life is to be lived…
Visceral love overtaking all senses…
How do we know certainty?
How do we know what is real?
Poetry to get you thinking…
A poem to a special person who has learnt to read me
Have you woken up to a truth you didn’t want to believe?
Where is home for you?
Learning to trust one’s heart once again, not an easy endeavour
Poesía en Español “Sin rima”