Migraine in Caerdydd

I’ve only been there once and it wasn’t what I expectedfrom the West, to have Ragtime raging out of Coalhousewithin David’s concert hall in Caerdydd, as Mother lost her way back from the beginning of moving picturesand father didn’t stop to think about all he was leavingbehind as he set sail across a sea that […]

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Foreigners

We prayed together once,in our own separate way,in a tiny Church on the side of a steep hillin those highlands you held captive in august.Days earlierI’d found your local 7 elevenwhile your wife road a horseinto a fog that seemed to part just for Her.There was a canof Batchelor’s baked beanson the bare shelf and […]

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Blue in the back bar, still drinking

I saw fateDrunk in some caféEyes of moon and pretty menPretty buttons and a bow tieTombs in eyesA percolator for dreamersHiding bottles before gorgeous wings. Fly away! Love got lostIn a blue lightLives in the devilPours out like holy wineA mouth like yours knows your deedsStay to bleed? You are my fateFly!

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We both had similar taste, but often in the same men

You used to bashthick heel of stilettoed shoeagainst thin frameof metal water heatermounted over clogged sinkin pinched corner of kitchenat 6:00am,less than six feetfrom where I sleptand I leapt, every time,like someone had smashed an egginto the side of my skullwhere I tried to keep the peace. I can’t rememberhow we made our wayinto that […]

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The Lounge of No Departures

In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circles ripped with hurricanes. The wind reached for my hand,saw me old,took contradictions & splashed themon my brow. Should I make them valentines;the trails, the test? One loves more. One loves less. This ring we’re in; let them lose, win? In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circled […]

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Bouncing off the Walls

All good / actually / actually good / thanks for asking            yeah / bright and shiny actually bouncing off the walls / on the inside / dancing yeah off the walls / actually                              no, don’t be silly / not paint / actually that comes with the dancing /actually / but I’m good […]

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Fear, I Think

Daylight, upon path, fallsprey to shadow. In wrath,I’ve robbed its sunlight.Fear? I think I understand. Sinking sand leadsto hills below the harbourof forgetting. Fear?I think I understand. Voices call of a troubled mind.Block the light! With flashesI think I understand;fear is a stepping stone.

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Clawing our Way Down and Up

Crabshufflesover shell,slides backwardinto sandlike sun behind starand light falls,pinkgrows paler,sandbecomes sponge. I wonderif the spongeof this shellholds an echoof all I no longer hear,a sound waveshufflingbehind the lightof my ear,a reverberationfrom outer space,not my space,to settlein the place of the shellof this shorelike the kissfrom your lipsI feelpressing into mine,still. I shufflebackwards,lean into all that […]

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