Flesh of my flesh, woman grown; intimate stranger, inhabitant of a land foreign to me, and wild, you wrestle with … More
Category: Verses from the heart
because sometimes poetry is the only way to say it
Language of the heart
This outlandish flow of words. This gushing stream. It serves no purpose in the tight, rational world of bonds and … More
Under the knife
Ebb tide
These days, in spite of the glorious and much-awaited sunshine, the welcoming spring weather, I’m struggling with my old bugbear, … More
War bride
And did he sweep you off your feet, he of the dashing Air Force uniform and cloven chin? Did you … More
