Death

Married in the face of war Kneeling amongst rubble To be blessed Hand in hand Into the combat zone Not knowing If they’d ever get home...

This poem about my father and sister was showcased in Fragmented Voices on 17th March 2021. Twenty-five a good age Young and strong....

No grave for you Your ashes blow in the wind Your graveyard the world No boundaries bind you Death an exploration In which I cannot join...

When I write as a poet sometimes I use real things which have happened sometimes reporting them faithfully and sometimes having to convey...