Grief is the certainty that ahead of you is something else you never chose. It’s that wilted rose. That empty wall. The blank stare that meets your gaze. It is the end of days.
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
your sensual poet
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
art. popular since 10,000 BC
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for