Seeds from this old tree blew Westwards and I've taken root in TUMBLR grounds. Will you come Sit under my shade  there too? my new...

September, 50 word story Our dogs still leap inside that sunset field Where my soul seldom returns but for September - We walked si...

I once spent my sharpest tool on poetry. Had since sworn off being a fool. But love when you flew in, the disdained muse ...

I'd let good, kind people die for rotten little you 10 word story. That comma is the akward everything about this I think. 

I smell kerosene my dear, Have you been burning bridges? Have you been digging ditches yanking hatchets, pulling rank? You've g...

Ding-Ding! I've put a bell on you, you silly thing. My ears prick, eyes on the door as you creep up the corridor. Now I know t...

Here's another stubborn sea whose pull can sweep my legs from under me - Waves that steal me from the beach to drop me where my ...

Your trajectory displays  habitual signs - So dear I've come to know your spectral lines. I've learnt you move towards me w...

It's transparently crystal clear - You razed the early world my dear. When earth belonged to lizard kings, You crashed demolishing a...

In truth, you drew too hard. And your arrow glanced past, went on. Igniting forests, tunnelling mountains, razing cities. Splitting hair...