TRIPTYCH of becoming

TRIPTYCH: Belief, Mind, Becoming I. Bloom of Beliefs (Earth — seeds, roots, growth) Beliefs bloom from scattered seeds sown in whatever soil we carry. Some lie dormant for years, waiting for a shift in weather. Some sprout clean and green. Others twist into strange shapes, half shadow, half truth. Flowers, herbs, weeds all of them… Continue reading TRIPTYCH of becoming

Poems from my pending book

Echoes of the Labyrinth In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A rhythm Older than fear.Now it… Continue reading Poems from my pending book

Echoes of the Labyrinth

*Siora, shadow‑light of the first map, breath that stirs the compass awake you draw the roads I have yet to name. Where your warmth gathers, the journey begins.* Threshold poem for my new book of prose poetry and short form poetry.

New Book

Here is the summary of my latest book. It is in final editing. Echoes of the Labyrinth is a journey through the shifting chambers of memory, identity, and becoming. Moving between the intimate and the mythic, these poems trace the quiet tremors that shape a life — the beliefs we inherit, the stories we shed,… Continue reading New Book

Potential

Potential Bring us words — witty, wise or wistful written with all of their potential.Make sense of life’s distorted mirror, unlock our deepest emotional stirrings. Write with all of your potential.Share your words wrapped in plastic, paper or silk. Extract understanding, pain, happiness. Touch the deepest pit, the wildest joy. Help us distil each drop… Continue reading Potential

Feeling the sound

how night changeswith the saxophone’s weepas notes untangle themselvesfloating in the air like dandelion seedsthen become charged with bellicose beauty as they meld with the chasing archipelagosfrom the keyboard player’s nimble fingerslike twirling ribbons arching through the airthe atmosphere charged with emotionas the saxaphone weeps. Mary

Try not to write Obscure, Abstract Poetry because it confuses readers

Abstractions in poetry can be a great concept, when used wisely and judiciously. When abstractions are overdone, the poem becomes a confusing mess for the reader that often defies navigation to a successful conclusion. When someone tells you that your poem is too abstract, they are very likely saying you have abstractions where there should… Continue reading Try not to write Obscure, Abstract Poetry because it confuses readers