I sit and watch
the clouds roll by
and miss you
every day
the ache
an every growing
hole of longing
with nothing to say
as tears try
to escape
and are held back
as I refuse
to let them drop
and remind myself
once again
you’re not that far away.
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
Who is it that decided
that cats putting their
butt in your face
is a sign of
love and trust?
For every night
her butt is snuggled
into the hollow
of shoulder and cheek
as she nuzzles in
to the blanket with me
and when she farts
in the direction
of my nose?
I need to know who to blame.





