If that is sothen let it come from your heart,not your ego.Let the genuine and tender be apparentalong the lines, furrowsvalleys, plateaus of your face;and the hairy underbelly of your nature.Let it be that you could have mined herfor all … Continue reading
No.No need to rehash the past,to hear an apology,to roll out punishment,to unload my side of the storyin order to move on. Close the door behind yousilently or otherwise.Our actions,they speak for themselves. There doesn’t have to be a haloinnocently … Continue reading
I had forgotten how to lovewhen you built a stairway to my hell. …my inferno: a mangled mass of existential curveballs, bleeding mess, piercing misery. There you transfigured thistles and thorns into the strong kind of tender -work we’re always … Continue reading
I had never seen the colour greenSo he told me what it’s for:To bloom from that which we promised,To fume with envy when luck walked byin favour of another. I had never seen the colour greenSo he pulled up a … Continue reading
I could describe to you how my chest complainsas I lie forehead-first on my bedin the middle of every night…But that will only grieve you. I will let you proceed into memory,none the wiser of just how deeply the wound … Continue reading
I do not love you,for I don’t know what “love” means.Rather, I respect you.I understand your weightin an era desperate for special beings. I see you as a people sees a resolutionwithin a nation’s hour of need.If that resolution had … Continue reading
The Amateur's Quill 