Where to, Love? said the taxi driver. Up with the lark, ain't yer? Station, please. Tickets please, next stop, Kings Cross. 30p for a wee, then mind the gap, tube to Baker Street. Past tourists gathering outside 221b Leafy streets and round the bend, the Royal College. The rarefied air and Continue Reading
Breathe, They Said
Breathe, they said, as I was born. Lungs inflating, first rush streaming in, stinging my insides. Cough, splutter, wail in fury, as I struggle to catch my first breath. Breathe, they said, as I am rubbed dry, every nerve ending screaming, eyes screwed shut, Fists tight, I am fighting. A familiar Continue Reading
My Medicine Wheel Drum
North, South, East, West My medicine-wheel drum beats to the rythmn of the flame. She spins like the foam in the brook, She whispers and shivers with the breeze in the trees, She plants her roots in red earth, where she was born. Arbor she becomes, sprouting leaves from her bones and veins on Continue Reading