(PAD #017) a message

the reminder comesin a messagefrom the roses the scentis a transportationto other times other places an olfactory shapethat is a ghostof the senses an absencein the mind ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my writing world, new poetry collections and giveaways? Subscribe to my monthly Newsletter here.



my flag is flying blood red beneath the sky straight and tall it rises my flag will wave still when all war has passed me by my flag so straight and tall still rising battles won and battles lost who can say who won I ride into battle with my flag a pennant and my … Continue reading flag

calling once – not waiting

hey! I said hey! I'm talking to you yes you hey do you want me to use my trumpet pa-pa-pa pa-pa-pa hey you there can you hear me pa-pa-pa I'm speaking I'm shouting are you there are you paying attention pa-pa-pa listen to me I will only call once this year I am only calling you … Continue reading calling once – not waiting

pruning roses with an ally

last year the climbing rose had been neglected it had spread to hide the roof line entered inside the eaves of the house required hard labour to cut back and extract from the timbers of the eaves this year will be more straightforward there are noises in this house through the night hours brown brush … Continue reading pruning roses with an ally