Fighting the virus We’re all in this together Unprecented Wear a mask and wash your hands Today we record no deaths
I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle […]
Crushed by massive waves That break as I stand naked And lit up with sun Warming up and slow baking My cheeks and arms and shoulders My body soft, heart bolder.
I can’t read your lips but your masked voice is soothing Busting the seams of My hands longing to touch you In privacy unveiling You laying there, me beaming.
The cadence of your limbs swaying Outstretched they reach the sky as I cling to you. Solidly, you sing to me pulsating: Roots pumping miracles – To quiesce me.
I’m a Tanita Tikarim song Her dulcet sadness Haunting me And in my head I sing along “I think of you”: And as I breath – I think of you, And if […]
They bottleneck In my throat It aches: I float away. They break bank – And flood me: Rapid pulse The current It takes 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 […]
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’ve a steep inclination to tell you That I anticipate your presence And that I savour your clarity And admire your savoir faire And that I love you everywhere.
I am told I need to slow down I know it is true But then I open the milk It spills: spilt milk I chuckle, clean it up, Throw the cloth at […]
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.
It is: The frayed edges, The loose ties, The settled dust On unfinished …Stuff. It is the niggling, Other doubting, Ever present In the room. The unforgotten. It is the pillow That I […]
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.
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.
You are a Darwin sunset You draw me in with The sound of your chatter The smell of your sea Your cheap wine caresses And plastic plates Grate against me And yet […]
So much of it, I’m told, That’s what sober does – gives it back. I’m looking left and right The years, all of them I can’t find any Well I guess It’s […]
This is torture that it is
This doubtful state –
In private spaces Are stacked high piles Of smiles On peoples faces That don’t make sense In past or present Tense Intense denial Of vile penetration Subserving perversion Distorting proportion Digital negatives […]