No Fractures

People keep looking at me,

then at the wreckage,

as though one of us

must be telling a lie.

The car is gone.

Written off.

A collection of metal

...

The Little War

Sleep sits softly upon her eyes,

But this tiny soldier,

refuses to ceasefire.

She yawns like surrender,

then clenches her fists.

As though dreams are a debt

she...

A River's Kindness

There is a strange kind of wealth

that never once touched my wallet first.

It arrived disguised as survival.

As Tuesdays endured.

As prayers that sounded like negotiations.<...

Younger Self

What makes us Human?

Some would say;

Having a beautiful soul,

Others? Well

Selecting images with Traffic lights

I met

my younger self today,

for coffee, <...

My Father's Son

Those that know me

Know how influential

my dad is to me

My entire life is shaped

Around his impact

Right from

My primary life

To my highschoo...