All is not as it seems

Small candle

The grief monster has reared its head once again, grabbing me by the throat, pinned me to the wall, saying: “you will grieve...”

The performance

A stage set for a play illuminated in red

Are you living your life as you want to? Or just following a script neatly typed up for your convenience?


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...


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?

Trust these hands 

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

Sin rima

Poesía en Español "Sin rima"