Grow ‘N’ Go

Spread seeds across the lake of my sowing. They float to depths from which great stalks will then grow, touch the surface, from miles below. Temptatious aqua-fairies take refuge in their twisting tentacles. Locks of zest green tendrils touch all their most private places. Alone, I know they’ll come around to speak their labyrinth network and…

drive to change

The other night I was driving along a winding road; beside and below me was the steely ocean. It was late at night, and there was faint light on the road, intermittent gaps of it. There was a gentle gust blowing remnant autumnal leaves about, but overall – stillness. It was the kind of evening…