walking through the night streetlights glow through thin curtains - wind echoes a song. a ghost walks on soft feet, treading by candlelight: wisps of smoke follow. mirror in a dark room - there stands a shadow. she looks like she knows me.

NaPoWriMo 20 (fog)

walking through the city: it's six a.m. on a chill winter day. fog abounds, i can't see more than thirty metres down the road. isolated - it's a public holiday. the cold brushes over me ignoring my fashionable jacket. the sky remains violet as one car swooshes past. gone, into the fog. disappearing in a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 20 (fog)


shadow play

manipulating; light twisted, wrapped around an item like a gift. ----- watch them lengthen and drink the light: biting with fangs too old to go dull. ----- curled around you like a friend; they know how to hide insidious depths.

Poetry 101 Rehab: Dark

i rely on the dark. it is an elixir, a serum the better to tell truths. witness once every twenty-four hours and hide to reveal new things. one by one details come to the dark. strip away the dark and layer up the light bring back the fake. honesty by light - it's too much, too… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Dark


It's dark. I jolt awake at 3am, car alarm two houses down blaring. Glowing white numbers tell me I should go back to sleep. My sight is obscured by the darkness Of the late hour, And my senses are heightened. The blankets feel comforting, A solid weight. My fingers feel warm, lacking The usual icy… Continue reading Weightless

Cover of Darkness

Operating under the cover of darkness. Darkness supplies me with an Invisibility cloak, one that I Gladly wear. The darkness brings an anonymity that Day can’t offer. Darkness is transformative: a bedroom Becomes a cave, silent and mysterious. Wearing such a cloak, in such settings, Allows anything to happen. Tonight, it is not any random… Continue reading Cover of Darkness