Romances & Mysteries

When feeling is perilous
I retreat into the safety
of eyeing words that dance
me into a happy ending.

When the numbness
is in danger of cracking
I turn to other worlds
where anxiety is guaranteed an ending.

When confusion and fear
overwhelm my closed eyes
and I’m enveloped in my own uncertain story,
I reach into hope and try to open my heart.
Crow on a branch

Childhood

child reading a large book

I lived in libraries and classrooms,
More solitary among the living,
More alive in pages turning,
Building my armour and bridges.

The silence at home covered
Flattened noise; obscured dreams and 
muffled resentments, darkened mirrors 
Seeking to display projected images.