My body is as wide as a river. My big soul heaves and churns with the wildest waters, whipped up with such a tempest madness. When the pain flows through me, salt water leaves my eyes and my guts constrict, like flapping fish caught in a fisherman’s net; gasping mouths frantically sucking for clear…… Continue reading She-moon
If your fantasies could become realised- if all you had to do was crawl back inside your minds eye, (why decide) Would you follow desire, would you let go of the status quo; would you follow a thought pattern far below and dare to remain there, dare to wait, dare to stare back straight into the…… Continue reading Why decide
White pill- you are my compromise. Not accepting you means delusion realised. You are my answer to the aches and screams, my solution to the ill at ease, I swallow you whole, yet you consume me, your chemical daze inebriates me, dull daze, dull gaze. While I am with you I can’t claim to be…… Continue reading White pill
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