You were full of promise, you were heavy with burden. The expectation of a nation, sat in every fold of your gross exaggeration You were filled with blood, you were kept in stone. In the killing wild, the precious child, laid the path for your bold body to be deified. You were ample for their needs,... Continue Reading →
We open up on Wolfies's wife, and her sad, string-tugging tale, of her fine, old husband cut stone dead, of babes to feed and bills in the mail. And Wide-mouthed Jack catches all those tears, counting the figures on his glinting fingers, while the watchers wait impatiently, talking about trash and half-done singers. Enter now the Little... Continue Reading →
He said; get rid of your diaries, they only speak of pain. I said; I wrote because I felt. And it was better than punching someone I think.
September has eyes, opening red and gold. January has fingers, stretching frozen spindles. August has toes, digging deep in soft sand. May has a nose, catching scents in sunlight. October has hair, roots torn by the wind. December has teeth, standing stones into skin. April has tears, cascading on molted earth. And July has legs,... Continue Reading →
They called me the Changeling babe, Not quite a girl, not quite right. Through needle eyes I saw other realms and went wild dancing round finger trees. I jumped the Naiad, on a green bowing branch, and sang to the fair behind the fronds. Nay boy could beat me at their games, I would lick... Continue Reading →
I am tired My eyelids heavy My lips are raw My fingers crack. I have gills Not lungs inside me Breath far stretched Held for sea salt. I feel my bones Under this cotton Layers weighted In baby pink. I had tall wings Now cut and taped down Itch paper skin Feathers... Continue Reading →
There was a gate, that stood without walls, alone and patient, in the middle of the forest. It was not beautiful, with twisting filigree, and tingling gold, and cold, stone heads. It had been green, but now it's skin peeled, and rust in bloody patches, patterned each line and rod. If people ventured into the waving... Continue Reading →
If the darkness has found you, fear not. If it caresses your ears with cold, velvet words, you may listen without tremor. If it clasps and twists your body, you can move with it unbound. If it blackens your vision, close your eyes and make it blacker still. The darkness knows one path, so pull... Continue Reading →
If I breathe everything will break. I capture the moment through half closed lashes. The grass, neat as plastic, trimmed by endless sheep. The azure ozone dusted with clouds topped by a golden globe. A flotilla of geese wafts across the sunglass tinted water. Green spires stretch higher and higher till my eyes go numb.... Continue Reading →
This year it is our turn to do the Nativity, And everyone is slack, We have rehearsed for two weeks now, So I’m not going to take all the flack. Miss Twit, as I call her, is on the piano, Waving her arms like a bird, Her ‘arrangement’ of Holly and Ivy Is nothing less... Continue Reading →
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