honouring the melancholy melancholy inhabits every cell and organelle beneath this skin it tugs and stretches breaks and wrinkles and sags (honouring the cheerfulness: with sunshine to botox and… [Continue Reading]
Tag: Poetry
My heart
When Harley died, this beating thingshattered into a thousand crystal shardseach as sharp and fragile as a fallen chandelier.I knew not how they’d piece back together, ever.And for a while,… [Continue Reading]
How to make a cloud
I once loved a man who as he walked beside me on my beach composed a song about how to make a cloud. Little did I know that he would… [Continue Reading]
The Pose
hold the phone… why is it in vogue to prune and pout when the phone is out (which is of course always)? we point our toes, we place our front… [Continue Reading]
Still
Two years today, this morning… a mere fragment of time really; an eternity. Here’s my poem of the moment. Writing poems helps me cope. Sharing to honour. With love for… [Continue Reading]
Friendship
The seed of new friendship grows with an energy of its own… With salt air and ocean water flowing free into the journeys of its body and soul, it pulses… [Continue Reading]
Black Sedans
Take me away oh big jet plane cos every black sedan is sending me insane. Away from noise, the struggle and black despair and cos if I see just one… [Continue Reading]
The Cellist
He draws the bow across the strings slowly painfully sweetly. Pulling sombre tones they glide through air heavy with regret and longing. Lost in the music. His eyes, dark and… [Continue Reading]
Another day, another night
Every night I delay going to bed… cos it’s lonely in there, and I just dread the nightmares that haunt my sleep. Every day I walk nowhere and back… now… [Continue Reading]