I scream in my head Into the alone space: That empty room That has no light. That wants me In it fully yet pushes me away.
What if we say goodbye For the last time today? What if you stay Over there to decay? While I am here Dining without you ? What if I chase you And […]
They bottleneck In my throat It aches: I float away. They break bank – And flood me: Rapid pulse The current It takes me.
Most people view me at 1.00 pm on Monday I see me at 10.00 pm on a Sunday Full mirror No clothes
Life is heavy at the moment, in terms of war, discrimination, racism, Islamaphobia, terrorism, mass shootings, media representation, and in the background of what has always been there: inequality. Inequality of race, […]
The existential zeitgeist of 2016 occupies every Gen Y fear of the Millennials, every Gen X lament of Gen Y, and every Boomer’s rant about the technological era of the egocentric fool. To […]
“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.
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
Of late I feel I am running from, and I am over it. It is exhausting and I have blisters. I don’t even know if these metaphorical saline bubbles are on my […]
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She stands in a sea of green, her blue silk dress a billowing sail ? Such elegance in a field, a rural irony ?…
It is difficult to argue the value of graffiti. For one, you have to be a bit careful not to ‘out’ the vandals, because they are wanted people. Not just by us […]
The mass of you The in-jokes And sworn oaths And that you love me.
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.
Your are a comedy noir, Mocking my taste buds Leaving me wondering If I was the butt of a joke Or if you were serious.
I have watched the Nost Fiasco with cautious interest, cringing at what people have to say about how angry they are. Yesterday I took a breath and finally read the Age article, […]
If you animated grief I reckon it would be one of those dogs on the beach in Thailand. The kind that hobble along a few meters behind you, and sleep at the […]
I recall being about 24 years old and knowing everything. The clarity, that this humble little mind told me I had, was startling. Sure in some respects, I did know it all. […]