Poems
A poem He glances at her, this chauffeur-driven man in business suit, from within his air-conditioned made-by-Toyota rain shelter, one of nineteen such that slow to a stop before the glare of two red lights. Her eyes stung by endless darts of falling water, She silently watches as he continues
Communication
A meditation Here we stand, you and I, aching souls sentenced to life within frail cages of tissue and bone behind walls that first were fences — boundary-markers over which to meet — but now serve only to imprison ourselves. And within, we are lonely. Here we stand, cage to cage, and
Poems
An annual word-gift Fireworks at midnight herald a new year eagerly anticipated, much celebrated, and as one by one, we sleep… Sunrise on the horizon ushers in new dawn just like the one before — an ordinary glory outshining fireworks. Today is a new year but everyday is a new dawn
Christianity
A Christmas poem A word spoken lays down its life by taking on flesh of black text on white page to await the attentive reader in whose mind the letter, springing to new life, may become spirit. The Word became flesh and laid down his life in birth giving life
Poems
A poem for Valentine’s Day Love: putting your life in the hands of someone else - and at their mercy Getting the person of your dreams, then taking on their own dreams with yours All just fun at first, Until it hits you — love is really life and debt.
Poems
(A haiku) I love you and think you’re reciprocating — or is this just payback?
Communication
A poem The world is shrinking— and in response, we are thinking smaller.
Communication
A poem No one is an island, they say but they lie, for what else are we? Bounded by our hard egos and separated by a vast sea of sheer individuality. Yet, we are not isolated for from island to island leaky boats incessantly float on currents of speech piloted
Poems
In honour of Verishima Unokyur, who died by suicide, and the family who survive him And so you were taken, right at the start of the year, you came to the end of your years. Your own are left forsaken, burdened hence with this permanent question mark in their lives’
Poems
(Or, A word-gift for New Year’s Day 2017) Sometimes, time is like a losing football game with not a goal to your name and six to the other team - easy to run out of steam. Sometimes, time slacks— one day dragged too long another week wore you down
Christianity
Or, a Christmas 2016 word-gift Almost. To new beginnings. Merry Xmas. :)