Existing in Love

When I exist In a space Of love It doesn’t Hurt less It hurts Clearer And good People Find me In the midst Of little Despairs Making repairs By sanding The edges of my Smile (I’ve turned to Wood) They let My cheeks Draw rainbows In the air And I Am constantly Amazed That healingContinue reading “Existing in Love”

A City That Melts Under the Sun

The sun carries Heat like the waves Carry light In small spectacles That override our Senses With glittering Vistas That speak of Someplace Where Maybe, We can be whole. I found you, A long time ago On the side of a Road with No name With bushes I was told Never to Disturb They wereContinue reading “A City That Melts Under the Sun”

Hazelnuts in Winter

I am At the crux Of something That tastes Like hazelnuts In Winter Though Summer Calls from my Windows I miss friends Who’s last names I no longer know Who sheltered me On days That felt like Harsh words In the TV room Of my house I miss the sea Though it is close AndContinue reading “Hazelnuts in Winter”

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”

The Men Who Took Their Dreams

Sometimes, I wander riverbeds In my dreams And think About the songs My grandmothers Sang, when the winds Beat the cottage roof Down Broken skin And torn hangnails Decorate the hands Of my kin I watch women Bare breasts To the open sea And scream ‘What about me?!’ Except, it’s all In my dreams AndContinue reading “The Men Who Took Their Dreams”

#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”

Secure

I sometimesWatch the light fadeFrom streetlightsThat woke just8 hours agoAnd I wonderIf we built machinesBecause weNeeded to knowWe could make somethingControllableAnd somethingThat could be fixedAnd something thatNever need dieSo we could liftThe light in lifeAnd never letDarkness overrideOur sense ofEver-beingnessButI think it backfiredWhen we added anOn switchWe never let ourselvesOr our machines restAnd we stumbleIContinue reading “Secure”

#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”

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”