Poetry, Prose & Co.

Coffee Q.

Waiting- scrolling- through her phone. Cash register- pinging- in- and out. Queue. Person ahead- uncroaking their croak. Words stubble out- from the croaked. Soy- decaf- caramel half strength- latte…. please. Waiting- scrolling- through her phone. She rolls her eyes- In dismay.

Top 5 Tips/\Inner Peace

Some time we all get lost in the hussle and bussle of our lives. Planning and dividing our time between everything else but ourselves. Ultimately concluding to us feeling drained,worn out and lacking inner peace. Hence, why I’m writing this little tid bit. I myself have a tendency to over plan and deplete my energy…Continue reading »

Pale Burgers

Dear Gluten I miss you. I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways. Soft as a cloud burger buns- now replaced with saw dust fibres- carving up my mouth. Gluten- How I miss you. Doughnuts? More like Dough Not. In this day and age. Gluten, Why did you break up…Continue reading »

#8? Stream of conciousness

Lakeside view, pelicans glide along the stillness of the water. Damp sea grass taints the delicate breeze. Little dog taps along, sniffing and snuffing questionable things. Clouds flow above, breaking every now and then to let the sun sneak through. Jet skis buzz whilst the boats do hum. Rolling hills ever varying shades of green….Continue reading »

salt & sand

Salt tangled hair- damp bathers cling against skin. The seat-belts metal tongue leaves a scalding imprint. Grains of sand dabble throughout the car. Bare feet scatter across sun drenched asphalt. Fish and chips linger within the ocean breeze. Seagulls beg and pine for a chip or two. Ice-cream seeps along sunburnt arms. Sun shies away…Continue reading »


Long drive, winding roads. Motionless trees, always moving. Travelling. Such peace.


Crunched leaves- beneath the Autumn light. Trees silhouette- along- the aisles of the streets. Crisp air- blushing cheeks. A tango with Autumn- such a chilling endeavour.

sculpted civilisation

Chiselled sculptures- cracked faces. Crowded channels. Fallen fragments- of what was. Occupied scenarios- unsolicited control. Foundations cracked. Faded faces. Fragmented times.

burnt coffee

Burnt coffee- lingers on the tongue. Cigarette balances in-between the fingertips. Heartache- tinges the soul. Tears slink down the face. Emptiness- surrounds. Loneliest- clouds around. Defeated. I am.


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