Category: Poetry

Sometimes, Love

Sometimes love is not enough. Sometimes you need to stand up! Shake – something. Love with your whole body, love things you understand and things you don’t and things that scare you. Those specially, the things that make you shake someone! Something. Change the world, change a piece of it because sometimes love is and […]

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Kaleidoscope Eyes

If my body is an illusion I choose to banish it. I deny every sharply intaken breath, the effect of your dark eyes. I am in control not this traitor skin with no brain but its own ideas no heart but this thorny yearning. If I am the master of myself I choose to look into your […]

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Orange Blossoms

This poem was originally published in an anthology called Revolution of the Undertones, by Scrap Paper Press. It’s no longer available to buy, so here it is for you on this week’s edition of my old publications! Orange Blossoms Orange blossoms fill the tree where I used to play. I’d swing and reach to touch […]

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The Six-Penny Jazz

In the six-penny den where the gamblers drink and rub gold coins between shaking fingers they  pretend is just a way to hide their tell by using one that everyone can see and know, skeletons play a deep dark jazz they call Fontaine Noir, because everyone knows French adds an aura of mystery, foreign but […]

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Graveyard Thoughts

Here under pines made black by light and shadows I come sometimes to sit awhile, and think. Here beside the markers placed so we will never forget all these forgotten people I let my thoughts stray places I would not let them go in sunlight. Here the movement in the trees are beasts and demons, […]

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Love [luhv] – noun. 1. You.

Shakespeare compared his love to a summer’s day, and when old words lost their luster, he crafted new ones to honour love. Browning counted the ways she loved thee, with language and capitalization that only Victorian poets can get away with. So what’s left for me? I can’t say the moon pales before your beauty, […]

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Crimson

And she’ll dance in the dark with the fire at her heels and she’ll never stop looking for more. And she’ll dance in the dark with the fire in her eyes, and her feet on the ground let her soar. I met her one day in September, and I felt her smile in the dark. […]

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Houses

Houses. A hundred moments of my life wild wanton like me A moment in time. The red duvet on my bed mother tucked me in and I believed in magic that I would always be safe in that house I was. blue flowers crept up the wallpaper and I traced them with my growing fingertip […]

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I Don’t Know You

While my lovely artists have given me a generous buffer of images, I find myself lacking an equally generous buffer of stories, and since I have been cruelly struck down by that most heinous of things, the common cold, I leave you with this poem, written to a friend and never delivered, many years ago. […]

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