A poem I wrote in my head when I probably should have been listening in class. I’ll be honest, I’m rather proud of this one.

A poem written on the north coast of Cornwall.

Poem.

The author imagines a beautiful death.

Poem.

Poem.

This painting is more for the article than art.

If you love someone, or need to apologies to someone; do it today for tomorrow may be too late.

Guilt is a poison which consumes the soul.

A fantasy dream poem.