Monthly Archives: January 2014

Beauty. An unfinished poem about dying.

There once was a man Who was strong and tall and broad and brown. I mention the way he looked Because it was part of everything that he meant to me. His handsome hands Were smooth, brown, determined Thick ropey … Continue reading

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Oh Dear

I am having an existential freak out It is time. It keeps leaving me Without even a backward glance or a sorry or a tear. I want to hold Summer in the palm of my hand Drag it out when … Continue reading

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That Small Piece Of Peace

Its a little bit of paradise to stare at the sky to watch birds fly to wonder why. It’s a little bit of paradise to hold small hands sup with my man write, dream and plan. Where boredom makes way … Continue reading

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Small Pleasures

Please paint my life with pumpkin seed bread and a ham and salad sandwich. Please tile my life with triple choc chip cookies and an inky hot espresso. Please hang the drapes of oven baked slow roasted, goose fat, potatoes. … Continue reading

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Rock Pooling

Crab Clicking on the foreshore Your ocean home stretches into infinity Yet you dig where sand meets land. You could be singing songs with Sebastian Humbly serving King Triton Instead you roam the coast Risking rocks and birds and inquisitive … Continue reading

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Summer

Flat tin roof Hot air that pushes it’s way through nostrils and swirls through now damp curls Old carpet A couch that scratches bare skin I rise languidly from my book Giving new, felt, meaning to the word languid. Christmas … Continue reading

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New land/ Finding home.

I am settling in Digging down Marking ground Imprinting my sound all around. I grasp To make this place My space. New Makes room For hues of blue My tune can be heard In this new cocoon. Although home has … Continue reading

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