Black crows swooping low on me. A cautionary caw. The rattle cackle magpie. Dark things that flit the shade…

Here is the nub of it. I’ve had my fill of it. I don’t want to talk of it. Not even one little bit. ‘Cause I’d tell you where…

Like everytime i sit down to write. A poem, a story or a song. I do not know what happens inside. I do not know what is wrong…

Nature is Falling Apart. I’m longing for too long. To bring back the past. The voice of mother nature. The world is changing fast…

I knew why poets never die. Reading an anthology of Classic poems. On quiet a night. With wings of Enlightenment and delight. My soul took flight. To far-off lands bright…

I’ll tell you a tale of Brexit. As happened in twenty nineteen. When Brits chose to be an island. And Parl’ment got as mad as we’ve seen…

Look there’s the moon up the sky. Shining among the stars with great destiny. Giving light