I saw the film embrace today. There were four of us in the cinema, staggered through the rows. Four women, aged 20s to 50s I would guess. All different shapes and sizes. […]
Embrace
Being here
I would not have reckoned that one of these days talking about the weather would have deep, gritty, horrifying traction. Traction as in gears, as in implications. Real implications, for me. I […]
My call to arms
Crush their spirit so they cannot argue. That would be the words filling the edges of my Meme. The meme itself would be a fat white guy, lets call him Trump, on […]
is okay
Sadness is okay Grief You know, loss You lose if you have And to have Well That is the bomb.
Simple
“I want to be simple” I tell her emphatically She is simple But she means off the grid: As I read the economist At the Richardson.
No vibes
There should be a vibe I’m just not feeling it So if you ask me how I have only a sense Of nothing to say And no thing to describe
Got me never stop me
No Hope
Dictates of Mournable. Prescin(d/g) Out.
Elevating, framing this visual metaphor: Of writ misogyny; The bold audacity Of disenfranchised Over-writ, over it Not social power. But real misogyny ? That happens here: In this discourse, Where you dictate […]
I mistook my life for a movie Got sucked in by the trailer And the cool sound track Not to mention the cameos A list they were.
Share if you agree
I must critique my place to share the following thoughts before I share at all. I acknowledge that my insights will not cure me of my post-modern, post-existential, posting compulsions. I am […]
The first cut
The arrogance of youth catapults us into adulthood. It is our technicolour armour. We would wither without it. I cherish every moment that I knew so much about so little, and thought […]
The color of love
Red as the grass that lines these walls, Green as the sky below, Blue as the sun that burns my eyes, Bright as my love for you.
Chasing Shadows
When you cannot find yourself Go chase the shadows And know that you must be there Somewhere: Between each transient shape And the blistering sun.
The obsessive redundant
You have no mail Notifications Likes Fail.
Di Franco
Nervous and tall fenced Neighbours, strangers Would be but could be Hell bent and heaven sent Lacking precedent More than providence
Then Present
He can’t recall Stopping the Kingsie to let Toffs out to vomit He didn’t realise Chriswas such an anxious kid He loves this new comedian, Billy Connelly What a talent, he says […]
Soft
Soft lips, soft glow, soft porn Soft base and shy embrace And all that you can taste Is butter and sweet corn There’s salt on your lips And grease on your face […]
Dementia – a haiku
Originally posted on Moira Neagle's Word Addiction:
Glazed eyes, head curled – blank Aching for just one response, I feed my mother
Dear Self and Other
Dear Self and Other I was a little surprised when you (I) actually voiced that you (we) would do this Dry July thing. Having witnessed failure at every previous attempt I assumed […]
