There can be earthquakes in little towns, far from tectonic plates, on little streets, rarely shaken where we sat, once, on the wall of a garden now obsolete, the summer burning through our cool-lessness as we trembled beneath attractions we didn’t have the words to understand while eyes watched from windows, trying to translateContinue reading “LEARNING TO CLIMB WALLS”
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PLAYING GAMES
When I was a child, was I thoughtless or taught less or was there less to think about, less to love? Though life was never loveless. When I was a child, did I dream less because I didn’t know any more? When I was a child, I lied without knowing the truth of aContinue reading “PLAYING GAMES”
OBITUARIES. FATHER’S DAY
You loved watching football and found joy in the obituaries; the last lines of life after it had been lost. You liked watching the news and thrived while washing the car, in the driveway, on a Saturday and maybe again on a Sunday after handing the missal out at mass, rubbing and scrubbing overContinue reading “OBITUARIES. FATHER’S DAY”
TYPES OF DOLLS
They call them Russian dolls but there was a shop that sold them by the Nieuwe Kerk in Amsterdam, not far from those ruby lit windows displaying Dutch dolls in de Wallen, both of which provided excitement for wet tourists under rain coats in the soaked summer months terrified of traffic and tram tracksContinue reading “TYPES OF DOLLS”
MY THREE FATES
I- The original Water floods flesh From carnal comes forth creation Washed in sin and they watch. In judgement Water releases hold Sign away the rights to his name II- The Second Coming Tears flood drained desert She will be an ocean once more Blood Continue reading “MY THREE FATES”
PAINTING PARADISE WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S COLOURS
We painted walls into the paradise we wanted before I learned colour had its limits. Borders had been beaten into our canvas long before I touched the brush with borrowed thoughts. We painted orange coloured stars and wild hopes onto concrete walls and I trembled as she told me the parrots, perfectly positioned inContinue reading “PAINTING PARADISE WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S COLOURS”
LIMITATION OF ROSES
I had the biggest bedroom as a boy but curiosity picked the box room at the lighter end of the short corridor for my summer’s sojourn. I was always looking for other walls that caught the shadows of other lives being lived- to touch the thought, at that time, was tantamount to taking part.Continue reading “LIMITATION OF ROSES”
CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME
Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been lessContinue reading “CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME”
FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK
I pulled a seat up along the far side of the first hill of this midway through life’s climb and sat myself towards country, having been stripped for so long like bare bark by too many cities. Green blood poured upwards from your soil onto my skin until there was nothing left to separateContinue reading “FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK”
ATTENTION
I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put onContinue reading “ATTENTION”
