poetry

Framing the silence has become my life’s work. Who am I to call myself a poet? All I know is silence speaks a thousand stories, the challenge is knowing which one is true. Don’t look away: poetry isn’t always opaque. Sometimes it says exactly what you didn’t know you were feeling.

rock in someone's hand

pity

A poem pitying those with science in their eyes instead of the splendour of the unknowable.

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Photograph of handprint in frost

did you?

Searching for answers, one poem at a time. did you? is a series of curious questions for the reader to ponder.

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Black and white close up photo of the workings of a grandmother clock

nine

A poem reflecting on the loss of innocence and wisdom of children, nine was featured in Keep Door Closed, a self-published chapbook about love and loss.

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photo of two hands entwined

road music

A poem of remembrance for the last days of the late Paul Stephens as we accompanied him across the universe. Truly, Love is All You Need.

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