Cold shoulders

This silence is cold a state of hypothermia a phenomena of frost on bitten fingertips, now twice shy, paralysed by this freeze – I dont know why I can’t warm my underdressed shoulders or where is my coat with silver linings? I feel a shiver where I need your breath to break the iciness of […]

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A daze of melancholic days

I know these melancholy mornings wellyet they don’t even know themselvesfrom afternoons or eveningsTheir presence is distinguishedby a lackof distinguishing features,They are faceless, anaemiceyes white with meaningless lieslike the weather is ‘fine’(it isn’t ,and neither are they) –Those days sigh,and their sympathies lie with a book whose pages were never turned,lostbeside dregs of leftover dreamsand a […]

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The contents of a goodbye

It was the type of goodbye Where we made love on your suitcase everything closed and zipped except me, undone Even with you pressed against me I was overflowing trying to pack my words with essentials of meaning and intention so they were like satin, like my hair, like my mind like the nuances of […]

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Yesterday’s lament

At dawn she found herself lost in words of wistfulness regrets circling her mind like gulls at the shore ‘Do you graze the sunrise with your lips?’ she murmered to the silent sky, and; ‘Where do you cast caresses on a cool morning?’ ‘Not at you’ the gulls cried, her cheeks wet ‘I bite too […]

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Too much

I heard the sea crying from my bedroom, rhythmic and soft like a cello in mourning for her bow, or a lover drowning in tears so inky and deep they enveloped me too until my own face was crystalline and covered in salt water and the moon dragged my mind in and out with the […]

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A littered mind

The day lies out on the floor with her along with all the other days that would satisfy a landfill of empty hearts a tattered catalogue of the missing parts of her self in varied states; despondency and despair, the days that now parade themselves in carnivals of nightmares and memories she wishes she could […]

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Rainbows vs predators

First: words circle my mind, like the swirling, twirling colours of a gymnasts’ ribbontheir rhythmic flutter brushing my mind gently, like the hair pushed back from my neck by a kiss.A selection of focused clarities, emotions in fluid motionwaiting to pour from my soul in a tumble of happiness. ….. Second: words stalking my mind, […]

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Unsaid things

have you ever wandered the dynamics of unsaid things? the lost words that gather in melancholy parties in the corners of our minds filling their cups with punch half full of shame and spilling over with fear until you are so drenched you feel like you’re drowning in a viscous liquid of regret those kind […]

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Clingy with goodbyes

I found my first goodbye in the palm of my mother’s hands, sharp against the smooth satin of our skin this goodbye was the rainy day that shaped the retinas of my eyes and the vertebrae of my soul It lasted longer than the days and the weeks I grazed my knees with it and […]

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A lament for my lost instrument

It’s a pleasing thing to hear my whispers turned into roars by the ocean, timid sounds that roll around seashell necklaces of the mermaids I beg to magnify the crescendo of the waves and I crave the thunderous noise of my fingers like a pianoforte in the seafoam, or a screaming storm in a teacup […]

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