CALYPSO, AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  Transmigration. Reincarnation. All things come round again. Stale smells fester like ripened leftovers behind unopened windows, taunt like tips of teased letters pressed under brazened pillow. Downstairs, black beast devours burnt flesh in the kitchen next to the faint flavourings of a urine scented kidney. Scald the kettle, she calls and he does, doesn’t […]

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BOOKENDS; WHEN THE BREATH COMES AFTER THE BREAK

    The lilt of the lavender that lingered for days, long after, by the leaning, before the louvre, the sweet consolation of candy floss cologne that stayed on the pillow, after you had parted. It is sometimes that simple; a scent to sail you back to me as if I never left the garden, […]

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A SHIFT TO THE SEASON

    Another oldie as we drift to the end of another season… — It happens, now and then, That slight shift in the season, A new light, a different dusk, A gentle breeze that brushes you Into remembering a moment in the memory, A time, once far removed, Now returned, repeated, relived And there […]

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TRIGGERS

  We still taste the scent of semi lucid laughter edging over apples being skinned and sweated on extra ordinary Saturdays of sweeping and stews, still taste the crisp coating of confusion beneath smiles barely swimming over tears there was not enough threat to trace. We still trace, still blindfolded, those outlines of imagination now […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 3; IN WAVES

  And we kissed and I took you in, in waves; your breath, your body, the smoothness of your skin, the ease with which my hands slipped from thigh to burning heat, lower, deeper, aching for exploration and my hunger rose and I took a breath and all that you are flooded me with nothing […]

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AFTERGLOW

  Hunger harbours its hold like a boat bent on the scent of the sea and we are bound to the pull of its freedom, its current crushing all caution as we fall folly to its friction on bended knee in benediction, on beds of bodies bare and breathless, tongues tempted towards taste, buoyant on […]

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THE SCENTED ROAD

The 30th poem on the 30th day of April for National Poetry Writing Month   And on runs the road, rushing in rings around us, faster than feet can find footing,  brisker than bodies can breath,  holds lost in the hustle and hurry, securities slipping by the sidelines, hearts hurtling off into hills  parted and […]

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BONNETS AND BURDENS

  We should dance, he said, as she passed, Dropping the shovel with one hand, taking His hat with the other, sun bleached And straw weaved, but there’s no music, She answered, but there’s no one watching, He replied to the crimson cheeks Of her porcelain face, neath a crimson bonnet And he reached for […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 8, MADRID

  Scene in Europe, Scene 8, Madrid and the Reoccurring Scent of a Dream Henry sat on the edge of the bed feeling his burgeoning body cave and crumble. He was exhausted, confused and broken. In Cologne, after a date that proved as evaporating as water, he’d met a group of Spaniards celebrating their last […]

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