Because sometimes dreams can be arresting…

While looking at Pictures of Micheal’s Neverland on the Internet, this piece came to me. The pictures I saw told a story about who had it built and once lived there.No,I am not glorifying him at all or making him any less then a human being with flaws.This is just the result of a sleepless night and a curiosity about where Micheal lived.And I did hear on the news he wanted to be buried there but wasn’t.Please don’t judge me to bad because I wrote this fantasy piece about Micheal.

Over the years, I have learned many important thing from icons. I feel like they should be shared.

An awful concrete tower 15 stories higher than any other structure in Footscray.

About New Zealand ICONS and made specially into a picture print(not shown) for my Granddaughter to take to Japan as a gift for her host family. This poem featured Rangitoto Island, pohutukawa trees, flax and cabbage trees.

A tribute to the fallen stars of our world and all time, from all walks of life, and a reminder that deep down inside, we are all human beings, and always have been.

Thinking about the passing of our icons
and our youth.