Saying hello to you Even through steel barricades Even with your face crushed Your nose broken on the border Bleeding with the nonchalance Of a crossfire casualty. Saying I love you Even when our arms can’t touch Even when they are handcuffed. Heavy keys jumping on hipbone Mocking our earnest confession With a jingle selling… Continue reading Poem: Saying…
My body is a boat sailing towards a harbour when suddenly a storm swells up and crashes up against the hull, and the boat spins and nobody can hear it groan above the thunder, and the rain, and the swells of the busy sea. Sometimes the storm ends and the boat comes to rest in… Continue reading Metaphorical musings: Dissociation.
monday is the colour of concrete telephone lines tensely moving with the steady stream of internet job-searching, house-hunting, dreaming his furry tummy is moving slowly his whiskers are twitching with sleep my feet are chilled meat, my hands all bone, but my heart is warmed by his breath which atones my disconnected body, my… Continue reading Poem: Monday Daydreams.
Last night I dreamed you put your arms around my waist You pulled me in with no conditions, you loved me with no test, You slipped your hand down and you touched me bluntly More like talking than sex. Your words tugging me gently There was no romance, no uncertainty, no 'pretty' lies, Just fucking,… Continue reading Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Seventeen
When describing to a stranger Who I am and what I like It is hard to tell where to start -- How does one explain a life? Which detail is important Is it this, or is it that? I usually start with saying Here's my name, and here's my cat's Do I tell them I… Continue reading Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Fifteen
I speak in circles, but you hear in triangles (and speak in them too). We need a translator. Most of the world speaks in triangles, and I keep on throwing out these circles only to find that in triangle talk I am swearing. Today I am mute. Why bother trying, when all of my carefully… Continue reading Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Fourteen
When I say strong words Sometimes I want to hide away Sheltered from your hearing Safe from your reaction My words are like ammo Made from stone hitting stone I speak in sparks and fire Then I jump into a streams I am always burning or soggy In the wake of your love
In silent observation we sit We dip our toes into deep pools Vessels of water held in caves We feel what we can't see Moving our toes around in circles Making ripples of eternity Amen
Your fingers dug into my hand like the time I carried your shopping up twelve flights of stairs. If pain could be measured by the strength of a grip, if love could be measured by the size of the drips of paraffin catching light in your eyes as you tell me you don't want to… Continue reading Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Eight
I am not your usual kind of client Wriggling in my seat and laughing when you ask “Would you like to put your feet up?” You look at me like maybe I am about to seriously disrupt the peace Or knock over the coat stand. I notice that people in here Don't laugh much,… Continue reading Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Seven