when you peel away the celophane
airtravelled roses and smell
What happens when the confident laughing girl you met last night
wakes up beside you smudged, barefaced and vulnerable?
What happens when we take children
out of their uniforms
and see individuals instead of
What would happen if we … Read more
What if they wrapped your strawberries in celophane so that you didn’t miss the sweet, summer honey smell of childhood stawberry picking?
What if clothes and make up were just another kind of straight jacket to keep us wrapped in conforming shiny brittle shells of plastic?
What if the rush and busy-ness of earning was … Read more
the night when
the veil between worlds is the thinnest,
when witches ride
hard across the night,
when the dead surge to rescue the living
from their mire,
when the full moon
calls us to wilderness,
wakes our wolvish sensing to the
You may think this locking … Read more
I am standing by a dark, black, stone sea,
where nothing lives
no reflection sees.
They tell me they used to swim in it
but now there are merely
tourists behind a rope,
dipping distant fingers
into the icy
I turn to walk the path into the red-brick, splendid town,
Where the proud, clock … Read more
I have a dream
I have a dream that my children’s children
Will know a ladybird, a tadpole, a cricket, a slow-worm.
That they will know what it is to watch the moon glide her silent way through an embroidery of bright stars,
while the owl hoots and the hedghogs shuffle.
I have a dream that my children’s children,… Read more
Means you don’t have time to think,
But you do feel important,
and sometimes stressed,
which sometimes tips into self-righeous.
Being busy means you achieve a lot,
which makes your ego feel good,
which means you don’t have to think about if you are happy, or living in line … Read more