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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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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DELICATE DESIRES

  We dangle delicacies (far from looking delicate) to tempt the beasts to play ferocious for our pleasure, for our entertainment. We put money on the beast who can be more brutal than the bunch. We are intrigued by the beasts whose nature we’ve changed, caught and caged, who we’ve tempered and tamed in our […]

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WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

  There is art on walls, winding walls, in rooms on show with light, luscious light, and climate controls while she’s side-lined to the shadows to weep for the darkness that devours her skin, stuck like tar and trapped in stone, once tempered by an artist’s touch now off and absent, now long grown cold, […]

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THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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THE KIND OF CREATURES WE ARE 

  Strange are the creatures we are beyond the bones that break and the backs that bare, striving to question our own conception within this creation ever depleting (and yet we all want more). Strange are the creatures we are beyond the fingers that fondle and the footprints that fade, striving to find a love […]

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RAPTURE, THERE ARE NO ENCORES

DAY 30 of NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH; 30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS #NaPoWriMo I And down fell rapture, fell down, not up, having claws now, clenched now over the faithless who couldn’t fathom what their lies and legions had begun, and off flew the doves that once divined, by his hand, (by whose hand exactly?) […]

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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SUN

Day 8: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo   Sun shines in the valley where the sun king came to stay, shade is shy in the valley at the king and queen’s hideaway. Shadows slip through the valley down from stars to under stairs, some secrets slip through the valley whispered from lips of concrete heirs. […]

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