Seven Goddesses I AM

You know me as a poet and an artist but really what drives my energy flow is a deep and abiding curiosity about the psyche and our human/spirit connection. I love to imagine and question, my inner world is alive with myriad characters, it’s like a pantomime in here! So amongst all the pies myContinue reading “Seven Goddesses I AM”

midnight raining

a devils harmony of transparent energy a torrent of cyclonic colours a heavenly ocean and the lyrics flow My mind is an amphitheatre ….the noise a crazed chomping……a toothy shouting a violent birthing and here I am becoming the fall…….? the swallows dance oh the fall! unambiguous and bold I AM released, compliant clever IContinue reading “midnight raining”

My Dusted Skin

  My  white body coated like cake my heart stretched against dancing ribs crying and pushing at quantum buttons. This metaphoric desperation forms storm cells and knighted beings create artworks on my knees. I am moving me forward mind cracked and allowing a vessel, a heat machine, self perpetuated, momentum keeping it strong. Inner walls areContinue reading “My Dusted Skin”

was she even there?

  and do you think I could see her, feel her smell her? do you think I could find her flower-eyed softness, her flowing pelt, her intrepid glee…? I heard her purring, permeating, beneath me I am sure, within my  own blossoming pages… still…. was she even there or was she just a wisp aContinue reading “was she even there?”


  Yes the blood that leaks a thousand fish is mine ……..! AND I wield the glinting weapon that falls upon your upturned face. Lit by scented moonlight we are one and that is the price, your innocence is molasses, and I the thick-tongued cow that laps you up! My consciousness performs, a conflicted melody a lighthearted ballet, perhapsContinue reading “Innocence”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...