Author name: Jennifer Lockyer

Your basket tucked upIn the corner of my room.You were a gentle little wolfUnder the light of the moon. We

Waking up one morningI felt the realisation this could be my last day on earth.So I abandoned the injunctions in

September sky full ofhope and promise.A delicious candyfloss of pinkbeautifying my day.The crisp stillness,air of change…I bathe in the morning

A dark, overwhelming and claustrophobic jungleof consumerism and camping equipment.Vinyl, books and CDs.Like frosting on an out-of-date cake,old games gather

Red robin, red robin with your red breast.Beautiful bird with your puffed out chest. How so that you have found

Low clouds settle over the sea.Angel Bay on a Sunday afternoon.Mist blanketing the horizon,Somewhere in the distance the moon. The

I dreamed of a place when I was a girlA place where all of my heart could unfurlI dreamed of