I woke up and said strength strength Two letters in common With fear Four with anger Not so much in common After all
The Photographer.
I used to think he was just a photographer, like it was just a job he had before his strokes. But now I understand, he was a Photographer. This is a certain type of person. The type of person who races back into the house to grab their camera just in case there is something to shoot.
The Biggest Loser – Moron Edition
Is it just me or should this season’s The Biggest Loser – Family Edition really be called The Biggest Loser – Moron Edition? Seriously I am amazed some of these people have the prehensile […]
Me
I said who are you? She said ‘I’m me’ ‘You’re me? ‘I’m you’. ‘Oh’.
There it was
There it was: The salt spray Wind sweeping Moon shining Love making Moodiness Suffocating Us with giddy Anticipation In your hand And my mind A heaving ebb And tidal flow.
circulate
I roused to almost wake and thought: My veins, I want to feel me in my veins To flow through my heart and breathe Oxygen through arteries into my self.
Demons
What do yours look like? I see them talking to mine Laughing heartily at us Patting each other’s backs Glancing sideways to watch As we rally against them. I wonder do they […]
I have recently returned to the comfortable and sickeningly easy life I have in Melbourne, Australia, from Palembang, Indonesia. I am slightly shell shocked by the experience, slightly poisoned by the smoke […]
Back to me
I saw her lips And reached out To trace them But I couldn’t Stretch that far: It was just Imagination, Not like I could Kiss them, Here, in real time. I closed […]
the Reinvented Poet 