I haven’t posted for a year, so I’m obviously up to no good
Labyrinth
creep into my closing eyes
Space
The Ease of Falling
“we’re history
there’s no point in anything. Just kiss me”
My Roots
heavy is the flower crown-
the knitted embrace of common ground.
Locked Down
Scrolling. Losing control. I’m trying, really, I am, to refresh the page and start over.
From the Window
When we dipped our toes in the devil’s honeyed water, your eyes became blinding blue fluorescent lights. Why did they make me stare for so long?
Apocalypse
First post of twentytwentyone 2021… in February, yes I know. I’ve been working on quite a lot of poems so…
Sky of Stars and Song
Birds aren’t singing. They’re screaming.
Wake up.
Summer’s Apology
inch by inch,
watching the whiteness shrink
Singing for Idols on a Drowning Island
It is the light,
that blinds realism
so I can see.
Memoir to Myself
Dear future self- sigh google said this would help it’s not like I’ve got the virus anyway, I’d like to…
Finding You (foyle 2020)
Those, too, crossed seas,
crossed continents, just to be
Pandora’s Crime
Pandora will tell describe
how it was hope, alone
which allowed her to survive.
Enveloped
lost to a red abyss
between hesitant words and a half blow kiss-
beheld by candlelight,
Timeless Angels: a short story
His body moved slowly through this strange space of darkness. An eternal ether of himself.
Left to Drift
when the ocean spreads between
I stay, free
but bound eternally
by tugging tides of curiosity
Free Flowing Fighter
They bleed,
from their pain-
seeping inside,
these unspoken
frustrations
Steam
You’d have to decide whether it mattered anymore. And in the end, you decided it didn’t.
A Week in a Day in a Lockdown Life
To float in streets,
where nature walks free.
Las Maravillas y Las Mariposas/ marigolds and butterflies
Si fuera a pie If I were standing Contigo, With you Allí There Mirando al cielo Looking at the sky…
Pilgrimage of a Garden Chair
Better to be made king
of the non-living,
than born martyr
in sunken clay.
The Clouds Still Cover Us
We are not bad people,
We just did bad things.
Particles
An Ode of Adolescence
bare hands- rugged and sweet- slip
to absorb this tear stained cheek
…
Hazy Days
Inspired by the brief feelings and
fantasies
of alternate realities.
Invisible Cities: Poetic Response
Beware of perfection the ripples of dreams and dangers, of impotent possibility beware of your desires: for nightmares haunt the…
Don’t let the grass grow
Build a city. Build a home.
But just don’t let
that grass grow.
Wet Summer
embraced by nature, then let go
again.
Freedom Came First
Freedom grew,
amongst the wild grass
Table Top Tantrum
Broccoli makes my braces snap,
Carrot makes my heart collapse.
Change Direction
They say ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Don’t Let Her Down
Sneak a sideways glance
squeezing soap
and wash your hands
The Truth is a Monster: A Monster Calls
“When stories are released, who knows what havoc they can wreak.”
Laundrette
You’re in my mind
going round and round
…
Don’t Dream, it’s Dangerous
Closing your eyes brings nightmares. Opening them brings reality.
Cover Up
I bow down to the great empress;
Defeated.
The masks that smile
and cover
my flaws
with a different type of
paintbrush.
New Beginnings
basking in the rays of freedom.
relishing in the risk of nothingness
Wanting Less in a World Hungry for More
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All This Time
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Plastic Bottle Girl
BBC’s Years and Years: The Future is Loading
As the future descends into a spiral of decline, we witness a rapid change in times through the eyes and…
Refusing Silence
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