In response to the Lifeline Prompt: Dive into your nighttime dreams. What mysteries do they hold? If I be delusional, then let it be reality Rather than the dull actuality within a solar system. Neutrons and protons and mortality - Let me succumb to this nighttime mentality And seek salvation in its wisdom…

Writing Practice 8 … you can’t change yourself for others. You know this because the thought of going on a road trip makes you nauseous. And you can’t bring yourself to mould to their idea of once in a lifetime. They wouldn’t mould themselves to your idea. Another date, a…

Writing Practice 7 … Dating hasn’t been going well so you’ve accepted drinks with the funny guy. The comedic quips that have you snorting instead of blushing. Who wants to blush in 35-degree heat anyway? You reply with your comedic genius and swipe back to the dirty little romance filling…

Writing Practice 6 …First day. Again. Onboarding was as mindless as the application process. But the commute was different, and that was enough to put a pip in your step. You walked a lot today, and hit your 8K target as a sign of the new environment. The environment is…

An alternate version of an original poem. — Momentum halted in the absence of sound and tore through star gazed illusion. And how the halt threw me to the ground as sounds absent, breath to never be found just as the momentum was an allusion. Please do not ask me about loves beginning, for in the cement greeting came…

Writing Practice 5 … You didn’t know you could feel this much. So much so that you’ve forcibly blocked reality. Did you know how Part II ends? Well, Ellie went on a girls trip. Much like yours with some alcohol, lots of gossip and even more revelations. You title the…

In response to the Lifeline prompt: Explore the profound beauty, depth, or even the unease that can be found in moments of quiet and stillness. Savagery whipped and stormed into their space promised chaos and taunted with a snare crystals shatter echoed between disgrace until all that remained was souls despair…

In response to the Lifeline prompt: Write a poem that captures the essence of life’s journey, focusing on the beauty, challenges, and wisdom gained along the way She’d been here before, where the road was forked A moon ago, she had stepped right and danced Right, or left lore, which adventure to…

What it would be to be the ocean — Does creation not begin with soft bones? Unformed skulls pass through dilated channel bent and folded observation hones Swaddled and soothed by soft hands in fresh flannel But as growth occurs, all solidified less essential is parental guidance and independence is epitomised ease of movement is her unique science A…