He travelled far and near with her to ranges and the ‘hood he asked for simple things from life and special things he could They spoke of places they had been and some to which they'd yet to stray they spoke of the milk and honey – yes - they spoke of yesterday Their fingers … Continue reading Inside


Those who are a someone Count within their soul The need to reach a further star Than that which counts the whole Yet those defined as no-one May lay their soul to see And relish in their standing Throughout eternity


As the new became a place of passion and desire – the feather on the finger tip – the embers of the fire The desert’s grass as lush and green as kikuyu in the summer as picturesque perfection grew – white lilies from the mire But ever and for always thus subsumed by new surrounds … Continue reading Anew