There is always a poem after this one; the understudy to today’s centre stage: This poem however, is never unimportant, it is as individual as…
Leave a CommentThere is always a poem after this one; the understudy to today’s centre stage: This poem however, is never unimportant, it is as individual as…
Leave a Commentif every drop of rain fell to cancel out each tear then let every petal tell who’ll love not or have you near
Leave a Commentsighing gaze, relief up in the sky, floating high a day’s toil and turmoil now swallowed up, entire each breath smooth and free there’s even…
Leave a Commenta kindest gesture above all others received gratefully was to be shown the door leaving behind a pillared image of affection; gloved, pugilistic, guarded stance…
Leave a CommentThe back of your head is a frontal assault and word of your varied one-nighters bring so much indeterminate wounding although they are a psychedelic…
2 CommentsThe lindens are lining the promenade how we wish we were seventeen again their branches arching ever skyward framing Vincent’s starry manifold swallowing every thought…
1 Commentconstantly in each others faces ping, bing, vibra notifications like a drug to our very souls fixated on demand, unsatiated terrors of batteries going flat…
Leave a Commentquiet rain-kissed bed dewy blooms of verse caress tempest shatters peace poet on the run pulls a Bachmann manoeuvre forgets all, save self dawn’s early…
Leave a Commentpolitical correction never rose a moon will never set a sun nor cure cancer or facial enhancer bottomlines remain very little to gain, but a…
Leave a Commentin spite of what surrounds us whatever circumstances are we are learning to find peace springing from within ourselves leaping out, regardless of what’s…
1 Commentpeople’s cupboards and fridges tell a curious tale of everything some a cluttered obstacle course others an impenetrable rainforest some coyly veiling their secrets others…
2 Commentspeople are our real legacy; one day sure, entire poems shall have been forgotten, while remains a phrase or a feeling drawn from wells deeper…
2 Commentsit’s inevitable, ultimately to lose every blame game (each & every flamin’ galah flaps & squawks itself silly) for it is always ourselves that we…
1 Comment(or ‘Goodbye, Barbara Celarent’) from scared to scarred stepping out into light crossing over to over there without looking back again to second thoughts is…
Leave a CommentAnd into the river, our raft had veered. As I looked over my shoulder, my guide had disappeared. I frantically searched and begged him to…
4 CommentsAnd so he lead me to a two man raft With the bottom made entirely of glass I asked him why the floor was transparent…
6 CommentsMy lounges remind me of my limits. Each inhale I struggle with, choking on this morning breath, dying for the nightly sky to take away…
Leave a CommentWith one touch of your hand I fell for your tenderness, but with a violent jerk you took away the tenderness I love. Over time,…
Leave a CommentEntry I I lay, of my own volition, in a space meant for her: a confined and achromatic scene. My hands, malodorous, muddy and splintered,…
10 CommentsFatigued, my body prepares to sleep My eyelids close to build the key That creates a portal to my dreams And awakens my mind to…
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