Sleep is such a nightly thing to do. Recently I was told by someone very astutely, in a state of drifting off to sleep, that their eyelids were doing nose dives. An odd statement perhaps, but in the right context of conversation fit perfectly. Thanks once again for the inspiration to create. Enjoy…

A poem about a cold Christmas where love survives even the bleakest of holidays. Merry Christmas to everyone on this Christmas Eve of the year 2025. Blessings to all.

Sometimes a divine source comes to us and alters our state of mind and makes us feel more alive. When those moments occur time is disrupted and becomes a magical experience.

Two poems I wrote earlier this evening, which came to me suddenly and I found myself stopping what I was doing and quickly getting them both down on paper. ‘Encased in Fabric’ and ‘Winds Blow on Tempest Seas’ on the Sunday evening on December 21, 2025.

Sometimes a pull comes from deep in your soul and takes you on a journey through the doors of reality to a place that feels so very right.

Waiting in the dark ship’s hole for his death sentence to be carried out, the sailor, who killed a fellow shipmate, ponders his fate while shackled in chains below deck.”

This poem came from a dream. I was sailing into the vast ocean into the unknown in the 1700s on a wooden ship that was hit at night by a huge storm. Though the adventure gave me a certain amount of excitement I fear that I would end up drowned in the soul of the dark ocean.

Two selected poems from my book , “ A Pilgrimage to My Soul” … both written while I was in deep thought about the meaning of life… enjoy.

Two random poems from my book, “A Pilgrimage to My Soul “ … ‘Perspective’ and ‘Inaccessible’

Two poems randomly selected from my books … ‘A Transformation’. followed by ‘Life is a Flower’. Enjoy