Hi there. Just a quick post to let you know that a visual novel I wrote is now available on the Moments: Choose Your Story app on Android and iOS devices. My visual novel is called “Of Lovers Past” and it’s a paranormal romance with murder mystery elements to it. The Moments app is free … More Of Lovers Past – Now available on Android & iOS devices
The day dull done, the sorry sky turns grey. The crowded commuters have nothing to say. The train track traversing, a clickity-clack. My course set straight, seems no turning back. My station arrives and as I rise then to leave, I see her awaiting and I struggle to breathe. Her beauty bedazzles, I dream what … More Don’t Pass Her By
Sometimes she wears cute costume, is it me who needs the disguise? Still, she says she truly knows me and she has such love in her eyes. Unworthy to hold her close, her hugs say they disagree. Too tainted to touch her, luscious lips linger on me. She lies laced, ravishing, red, a beauty bedecked … More The Greatest Gifts
Well, will we wither together? Forever can I be by your side? Will we reminisce on day of bliss, this kiss from a beautiful bride? Well, will we wither together? Never the smile leave our face? When wrinkles weave webs on us and time takes toll on our pace? Well, will we wither together? Weather … More Will We Wither?
Side by side in the darkened room, strain sight seeking sweet smile. Hold her close to feel her love and also warm her for a while. Outside the sun could sing, cars croon or parrots purr and I’d still sooner sit here in the darkened room with her. Side by side in the darkened room … More In the Darkened Room
First my heart was broken and then it simply ceased to be. Beating seemed so senseless if it couldn’t beat for she. She left me bruised, battered; too weak the world to feel. So I grew cold cathartic, switched soft skin for shiny steel. I wandered to meet the Wizard but he did not have … More The Tin Man: Where Went Oz?
He scatters words as breadcrumbs: each are a little, loving clue. They’re the only way which he can capture what he longs to say to you. He sits silent in his wheelchair while you walk away above. His eyes take in your beauty, beating heart hurts from love. His limp legs sit shaking, he wishes … More Can you see him?
Of white rabbits, well, I have chased one or two. As for filthy, flirty frogs, true – I’ve kissed a few. Now I jump with both feet, the world fades from view. I’m falling – falling further in love with you. Deeper, deeper, descending, down into this hole. Falling faster, faster, for love knows no … More Falling For You
You once called it “brain fog” and I suppose that it may be true. Though cloaked in mist I still resist losing first memory of you. Never before or since had I seen any beauty which could compare. That’s how I like to remember – you may know, as you were there. I stood there … More Misty Monday Morning Memories
I’ve written a few pieces on my site now which deal with aspects of my fiancée’s (she said yes) condition, M.E. However, although I’ve mentioned it in passing, I’ve not yet written a poem which deals with my condition: dyspraxia. If you don’t like intros or prefer to just judge poems on their own merit … More Author’s Note 4 & “Misty Monday Memories”