Empathy is grossly underrated.

 Spread liberally, shared indiscriminately, and ingested with relish, life would be a piece of cake.

Delirious, high above the greige,

Sky scoffs the entire Milky Way!

I lost myself, one day, in infinite hues of misty blues.

An airborne mouse is my favourite toy

A Haiku

Effeuillage

What can you see?

Let’s pick our battles.

Wish you were here.

A poem about the gift of poetry

I spent the weekend at my friend’s,

She has a double bed!

We whispered late into the night

About things they might have said.

Where is your special place?

About a nice boy I knew many years ago

Brace for turbulence

Do not pick at a scab

Our resilience for our children

Today is nothing,

Really

Well, if that’s the way he was going to be, he could take his leather trousers to the dry cleaners himself the next time they got gross and sweaty. And I wouldn’t be reminding him to buy talcum powder so that he could squeeze into them, either. He could bloody well lay off the Toblerone.

Because those who should never seem to care.

It’s just their job.

Moderate southerly wind expected following late night cheese-platter.