“Nice Tea Dear” with thanks to Dylan Thomas

“Nice Tea Dear” with thanks to Dylan Thomas

She climbs gingerly out of bed. Feet touching the scruffy mat. Standing she shakes the last of sleep from her head and moves to feel the state of her body. ah.. not too much pain today. The bruises are there but nothing seems broken. Tiptoeing so as not to wake him...
The Sea of Stars – for my sister….

The Sea of Stars – for my sister….

She swam through a silken sea of fish and stars – the gossamer web of the night spiders drifted around her shoulders entangling her for a heart beat as she flicked her shimmering tail. The search from her mind’s eye seemed endless – the myriad of...
Nothing – Nobody

Nothing – Nobody

Seeking nothingness – nobody-ness   I sit.. I feel, I seek to allow myself to be. To be with the shedding of the trappings of my identities.. to understand who I am not. and through the who I am not to begin to sense who i am. As I meditate in the morning...