A Hug

My tongue is stuck to the top of my mouthLast night, I dreamed of night café’s Served by ghosts, I took coffeeDown a throat, cloggedWith words and tears likeSome old-house drain.I could write the scriptAt this point, I thinkGuzzling coffee, hoping the caffeineWill kick my adrenaline upMy anxiety into hyperdriveMy movements edgy, soI become herContinue reading “A Hug”

Covering Your Teeth

My skin is inhaling hope Through pores that Have known too much Contempt When the sun rises I see your name And I take The syllables of Your breath To my prayers I ask for protection And light that rests As it must, instead Of going dark We are a part Of a living deathContinue reading “Covering Your Teeth”

#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood

And so,In the wildwoodI trembleAmong weedsThat growEven in the dark.Even in myheart,Where I havetried,to stamp them out.Today,I admittedYou had no place to inhabitbut painand I’ve beeneating saladsall weekendin some vainhopethat greenerywill sprout withinmeI am tiredIn the wildwoodI am tremblingMy bodyIs disrepairingAnd repairing Like the sunAfter rainI feignAn indifferenceTo this newWildnessEnteringI trembleAnd I write Songs totheContinue reading “#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood”

#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons

In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”

#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day

I see The shadow of youBehind his formA dayThat should Be celebrated forThe Dad’s that choseTo stay.You were my sunAnd you fell belowThe horizonMy eyesTracked you as youLeft coloured streaksIn the sky – Except, you are not a sunYou are a man.And you chose each stepYou walkedAway from meCrying at the door.And now, I can’tContinue reading “#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day”

#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real

I’ve been holding onto so much.Strange tales told at midnight,Someone else’s love.I couldn’t let go of the idea,that that love should be for me, too.And if I wasn’t built to be her,this imaginary lover, then maybe I could act it out.See if he arrived, andsilver screens wouldn’t touchwhat we’d create.But my creation spun out ofContinue reading “#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real”

#30 healing poetry; when you touch me

My mind is a whirlpooland I feel caught in the drift there are too many thoughts that cause my soul to shift and it feels like forever is too close to catch so I’m a thread on a loom or I’m burning to Ash My mind is strangeand it never wants to rest I can’tContinue reading “#30 healing poetry; when you touch me”

There’s A Moment When…

There’s a moment when, The wind rushes through my hair, I’m walking and then, The water ripples with strange dreams, I’ve only ever seen, In my sleep There’s a moment when, I grasp a pen, and sweat I feel But can’t see, stops me thinking The words get jammed at the nib, And I’m notContinue reading “There’s A Moment When…”

Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirtsIt seemed the airLifted her higher Sheets of fabricRustled against her skinReminding her how thin Life wasWithout danceAnd subtle movement In a tranceShe heard violinsBreak the dawn She had crafted from dreamsThat settled in her chestThe night before And as the stars began to singShe settled inAnd woke up The dream siftedContinue reading “Swirling Skirts”