Untitled Oh memories, guardians of time, That arise in the mind like a gentle breeze, Bringing echoes of smiles and embraces, Moments the heart will…
Pencil
Pencil A pencil in my hand, and a page on the table, ready to — sketch dreams in soft twilight, and words ready to…
Lives
Lives There’s a cage in my throat with a bird who sings desire for all the lives I’m not living There are books whose words…
Walks
Walks I grab the lead and I grab the bag. We leave the house, one walking fast, one trotting slow. The bitter cold hits…
Riot in My Throat
Riot in My Throat (Slam Poetry Version) You are the snarl in my ribs, the crackle before the storm, the match striking—no, the match…
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Untitled There’s a box out on your windowsill Of flowers facing east You pick a slip of your favourite And give it to me…
Beady Black Eyes
Beady Black Eyes It’s significance isn’t known to anyone but me, Intended to be thrown out it could consider itself lucky, It’s small furry…
A Reflection
A Reflection If we saw each other every day, Would you see me in any other way? Maybe you’d tire of meeting my gaze Always…
Greenery
Greenery The green and orange of the leaves that are on all the soaring oak trees and the bright blue colour of the blue bells…
THE MARVELLOUS
THE MARVELLOUS Out of marvellous he had known Was a known lady named Emma Who had a sister named Lauren They were known for their…