Cradled in this afternoon’s glow, the estuary, poured in molten ore, a shimmering bath, glowing like precious gemstone. Heat drips from the horizon, where we bask, steeped in warm honey. Sunlight drapes

We buried the ghosts in thick mud, where the tide dredges up old rubbish, beyond silted up holes of tools, to low-lying fog tasting of copper and diesel, secrets sinking into entitled creeks, fearing they’ll

Last night I laid out my black clothes, a uniform for mourning for a morning come too soon. Music, strange and loud, accompanies your coffin, as it’s borne forward. We shuffle in, fifteen, maybe twenty,

Lambs, Blossoms, and English Charm

Iran, Trump, and the Ghost of Vietnam

After the shower, I face my reflection no longer armed with the old, sharp eyes, measuring my worth, by pink, wobbly flesh. I look instead at the map of my skin, it tells a journey; my child bearing hips,

How the US-Israeli War on Iran is Plunging the World into a Food Crisis

Ladies of Hive Competition #281

Where Silver Waters Meet the Soul

An original poem

Original Prose Poem

Moors and the Spirit of Wuthering Heights

a silent plea (original poem)

A Three Reservoir Walk

High concept sci-fi

Hi to the friends of Hive Bookclub, I want to share with you my latest read. It was We Need New Names by NoViolet Bulawayo, although technically I didn’t “read” it as I listened to it on audio, which was

Freewriters Prompt 3026 Referee

After a persistent season of rain-soaked Wednesdays, the sky finally relented, granting my friend and me the gift of a sun-dappled afternoon stroll along the canal. Our journey, a modest 3.1 miles, unfolded

Original Poem

Original Poem - Inspired by another's