RED

  We strike matches along the shiny skins of polished apples, bite into the heat of burning coals that hold no seeds within their core, watch our reflections on the heavy skins of those ripening fruit as if it will show us a truer representation of who we might be because it too holds a […]

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FOR BREAKFAST, FOUND POEM FOR BLOOMSDAY

  Relish inner organs, beasts and fowl- roast heart, slices of all kidneys. In the kitchen, breakfast, light and air, out of doors, everywhere peckish. Coals reddening. Sideways, squat. Soon. Mouth dry. A leg with tail, on high, fire. Lithe black form- sleek hide, white butt. She understands. She wants. She can jump her nature- […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; WATCHING YOU WATCHING ME

   The Dead one I woke to a mouth already swallowing the claustrophobic earth that mounded itself over my naked torso like crumble over stewed apples waiting to be crisped but I couldn’t feel the warmth of an oven, even buried, as I was, so close to the sparks of hell but, instead of digging […]

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BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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DOWN THE DRAIN

  My body my body has a memory my body has a memory of you my body has a memory of your skin. My body my body remembers my body remembers how it bent my body remembers how it bent to your beckoning. And yet my mind my mind has washed itself my mind has […]

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SHEDDING

  When all the fuss has faded like guilt that glides from gloss, when I’ve pulled back the hair, when I’ve crept from the clothes, when my flesh is all that you see and there is nothing left to hide the parts of me I never wanted to be, Will you…? Will I…? When my […]

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THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

  I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once […]

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TRIMMING THOUGHTS LIKE PURPLE THORNS

  I take this thistle like I take these words, I trim the thorns at times for desire to be softer, sweeter, so lines can be calmer, cleaner. I seek out the heart of the whole, for now, for here, for this moment, for the sentiment of this song that comes for but a season. […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 2, BERRY KISSES

  Bright red berries linger on bushes before sunsets like lip’s lightness that lingers after kisses. Bright red berries tremble in the afterglow of careful witness like mouths that modulate after tender caress. Bright red berries adorn towering twigs thick and tall like lips in flavour of that fine flexed flesh. Bright red berries slip […]

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