Remember Me Tonight (Poetry)

When the night
At last

Silent and still,


Look upward
The stars
Hard and Cold.


Photography, Poetry, Women, Writing

Being Women: Poetry and Imagery – The New York Times

Being Women: Poetry and Imagery – The New York Times:

This summer, we selected six poems by women and asked photographers to let the poems inspire them.


Another Piece

How many times had she found herself here, hundreds or thousands? She lost count long ago. Through it all nothing here had changed. The walls empty and cold, the mirror reflecting nothing, its silver surface flawless and not for the first time she realized she had passed through the days of her life having left no impression. Just a shell full of sorrow and regret slowly disappearing into the fog of forgetfulness.

Music, Writing

I finally found my song…

Sometimes it’s not how much you write or what it’s about, the only thing which matters is having wrote anything at all.

For far too long I have had thoughts and ideas tumbling through my mind only to have them turn to smoke and disappear before reaching my fingers. I have all been searching for a song which reached deep into my heart to give my thoughts a power they have been lacking. An emotion too raw for conscience thought.

I finally found my song…


Origami Airplanes by Songs For Cinema.

With this song playing in the background I wrote the following.


‘All was silent. The stillness both comforting and disturbing. The room was small, just ten feet by ten. The walls a blank white and empty except for a full length mirror which hung opposite the single door. Soft light filled the space seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.’


It isn’t much but it is a beginning.