My echo chamber

For what feels like an eternity, I've been grappling with whether I have anything of substance to share beyond my first novel. Will it be an indulgent rant of self-pity, or will it honour the human struggle? Am I invested in it the way I was with the first novel? Or is the tedious repetition [...]

Forgotten bones

Sullen heartTainted soulExhausted spiritFar from homeA journey longA stranger loneBroken promisesForgotten bones Cryptic poetry from a cryptic soulFor each to takeWhat echoes with their own...Photo credit : Adobe Stock #authorsofinstagram #poetry #spilledink

That empty bench…

The saddest scene for me has always been the abandoned park bench.It echoes with profound intensity the pervasive isolation that too many experience, but too few reveal.There is a shame that is carried upon the broken wings of abandonment that anchors us in that space between wanting to create beauty in this world, while believing [...]