I begin to write poetry beneath a list of ingredients Potato’s Cream Tomatoes Olive oil What is the meaning of true story and how do we tell it when it intermingles with others faults? Where do the words begin, by necessity, to form a Gaussian blur around truths that belong to someone else, those that […]
I have a poem about the small moments and how they become a life but it is so real that it sits in the drafts folder indefinitely … An epic War and peace Homer’s Iliad Not so much in the words themselves – it’s not long – but in rather, what it reveals insightfully about […]
You give me your words And I weave them in Stitching deep Beneath my skin On the outside I look like me But within I’m becoming A little bit of everyone *such a special month of stories – only a few left to go. Every time I write up an interview, add photos and create, […]
I travelled with a man Didn’t catch his name We got talking As I sat in his cab I’d been to a conference On tech usurping lives Here was walking proof On my taxi drive The cabbie Furious With Uber “They pick up customers in front of me – I want to kill them” He […]
