an open poem When I was 16, and so young I said my favourite colour was blue because I did not know that there were other types of girls, and that it was OK to be different. On a school trip then, we hiked several mountains up, too close to the skies and I tasted […]
loneliness descends like a moth fluttering in the hollows where light breathes and devours all shards of self esteem is a treacherous slope sliding backwards hands grasping only emptiness fingers tighten desperation fluttering against the torrent of cresting emotions varying daily the subtlety of trying the audacity of caring the implicitness of simply being i […]
He said I love you like he meant it and at some point, I believed him. That point came a few years too late but that’s not really my point. My point was that I should have loved him back in a way that could accurately describe red to a blind man but red is […]
You don’t want to know me. You don’t want to know that I am a human, that I ache and laugh and smile and cry and feel all the things that you do. You want to see briefly, superficially the impact you can exercise over my world. You want to see me break and bend […]
I was nineteen. It was Summer. We were playing at grown ups Disassembling ourselves Trying on clothes Discarding skins. Philosophy was a morning class. Homework done in bottles consumed between midnight and 3am phone calls. Your skin glowed in mauve greys — laugh that reminded me of black things that sparkle. I left my windows open once, in Vancouver winter […]
nobody’s asked me “are you OK?” in a while. perhaps the more pertinent question might’ve been “how OK are you?” my demons lie dormant in the spaces negated by fingertips painting shelters and doors i set aside divining rods cast my shadows into an abyss of light. didn’t banish the monster the monster learnt to slide […]
a muse amuses a muse’s muse a musing bemusing, bemusement be musing bemused, a m u s i n g ends.
You are beautiful In the abstract kind of way Some people don’t get.
Story-teller History lover Game changer. Cigarette stealer Frantic kisser Marvellous man. Tango dancer Horrid singer Big jazz bands. Blanket hog Kitchen snob Traveller’s soul. Couldn’t ask you to stay Wouldn’t ask me to leave, You understand I am poetry writer Smooth talker Rebel yells, Spur of the moment Last minute decisions Too bright smiles. Shy lover Prank plotter Drunky McGee. Contradictions Long distance […]
In the process of emerging, chances are hearts will be given away. Some more willingly than others, true, but in the event of heartbreak just remember caterpillars become butterflies but what happens to the cocoon ?