Dreamscape: Poetry, Paintings, and Writing.

Mountains and Sea
  • Haiku

    On naked feet Tiptoeing through rustling leaves My ascent lithe Lonely girls reach For tenuous calm, in time To their dropping steps Empty boats quiver The water is motionless Soon the sun descends Bare feet ascend Never was my step lighter Rustling leaves fall  © HMH, 2018

  • Costume Sketches

    These sketches were for a production of Hoddinott’s Children’s Opera, What Fater Does is Always Right. © HMH, 1987/2019

  • Bedtime Story

    There’s nothing like my bed. When the pillows are arranged and I dive under the duvet, ready for an evening of writing and reading, it’s bliss. One of those moments when it’s impossible to deny that life is wonderful. To think that it’s a habit to go to bed. Every evening ends with a quiet…

  • Prima Donnas

    Moaning like cats and crying like babes High-strung coloraturas and heart-wrenching bel canto, Taut necks and folded wings, The singers hold forth in the high street of fish town Gulping out sounds that stop the traffic on a weekday like all others. Inscrutable yellow eyes muster the audience While muscles support challenging lovelorn chants The…

  • Untitled Aquarell

    © HMH, 1976

  • New Reviews from My Writing Desk

    CW Hawes, A Festival of Deaths A Piano Playing PI Liked the setup. A female PI and her assistant (and brother), living in a thirty-room mansion. She’s ex-CIA and has connections with the local police. They do most of their work at home, contracting out the field work to other PI agencies. Her brother is…

  • The Sea, The Sea

    Pewter waves roll mercilessly Seagulls sing their mournful songs And disappear. Salt sprays glint in the pale glare. The sun is cold and The horizon curves, Keeping the secrets Of impenetrable depths. Clouds amass, Hiding the sun In their wet embrace. A lightning bolt flashes. The water springs up to meet it Halfway The wind…

  • Blossoming trees

    © HMH, 2014

  • A New badge of Reviews

     CW Hawes, A Festival of Deaths A Piano Playing PI Liked the setup. A female PI and her assistant (and brother), living in a thirty-room mansion. She’s ex-CIA and has connections with the local police. They do most of their work at home, contracting out the field work to other PI agencies. Her brother is…

  • Fire

    Red and silver evoked images of fire, Alarming the heart. Bloodshot and shiny, it cut a pathway through flesh and stone. Lachrymose, in shock, passers-by stopped in the streets. Glowing scaffolding couldn’t support the spire. Humans fought the inferno To save what could be saved And still the flames endured. Lead dripped into the wounds…

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