Am I in you, like you’re in me? Could that ever be? Beyond the pure physicality of love, the mechanics which make it all possible; can you feel me in you, like I feel you; coursing through my veins with the speed and weight of a giant wave, a tsunami raging towards the coast of…… Continue reading Love; like the sun and the moon
The thing about Love is- (for is there not always a thing?); be it hard and hot or flimsy and immaterial; when you try and pin it down, when you listen to the words which are whispered in the quiet places, or shiver as the echoes reach from outer space, you know that the ether…… Continue reading The “thing” about Love is..
My subconscious, like a bramble patch, sometimes catches me like a pile of barbed wire, twisted, confused mess of sharp edges, chaotic metal like thread of hard associations and painful memory.
Words hurl themselves at my throat, hoping for a release in tongues and air- but my hands are busy elsewhere and so the little words are sucked back down from my neck area, past my shoulders and through my arms to hands, fingers, where my minds-eye is busy seeing worlds in thought processes, inspiration in…… Continue reading Writing
Are you with me, or against me? my reflection demands, so far into the night when the hour is late and the starlight looms down like white eyed judges at an execution. My reflection demands a verdict, and although my hair won’t be singed, I may lose my head. I may lose some ghost of…… Continue reading Caught in a second (1)
God- you see Through my eye, How did you get in? I do not remember opening Any door. And yet here you are; My potential My downfall My power My terror. Can there be any escape from Such vast implication? Can such a small word contain Such might? If God had a face, What would…… Continue reading God
The mirror lies. This fact is as cold and hard as the pane of glass separating me from my own reflection. I watch myself breathe; watch myself grow older, each second making the lines beneath my eyes stretch further down, and the shadows deepen, full up with dust and cobwebs. I am a shadow, a pale…… Continue reading The mirror