We both bleed orange when the car swings down the driveway,search for bandaidsto conceal evidence,dive underneath a cozy bundle of excuses,reasons to continue to sharesimilar miseries. Siblings in distress,bonded by chaos,dread in colour. Maybe, together,we will eventually find territoryon which … Continue reading
Before you go,
sit here.
Explain.
Is it time to go back
-again
to the awkwardness of strangerhood?
To stop missing each other
until we wish we needed ‘us’
-again?
To entertain the curves of infinity,
the one they thought reaches forward endlessly,
only for him to return to the clutches of her who wants him,
him who retreats from the embrace of nature,
only to stride back
-again?
Sit here.
Pretend.
Humour her
with the promise of now.
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I once watched a movie which depicted the life of a painter… The painter, described by the Internet as ‘morally skittish’, left his family behind for a carefree, Tahitian existence. If I remember correctly, the painter had a friend who … Continue reading
It is a field of thorns,
the land of no man which lies between us:
solemn,
grieving a trust too fragile to begin with.
Must we rush across it
hand in hand?
…hoping that act would be akin
to walking over a grave
covered over with hot coals?
…surprised that faith still counts
as we knock on that grave’s door,
request answers amid a generation
submerged in loneliness?
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I am not rebel nor pioneer,I have not sliced through the serpent’s bellyand climbed outwith its heart still beatingat the tip of my penknife. I will not cross oceans for younor capture the moonin exchange for your heart. I am … Continue reading
There could be a sequel…an elaborate improvement on the now.But we’re hiding within that feelingof twisting limbs ’round each otherwhile sipping soothing beverages,of running fingers through braided hair,pretending tomorrow will never come. There could be candid conversationsstarring in A Tense … Continue reading
There’s nothing as delicious as a familiar pain. Or a scathing pleasure. It’s easy to say we want to change, to ‘be better’, to ‘make it’… Meanwhile bad habit, aka old friend, scratches at the entrance to your aspirations like … Continue reading
Last night,raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.They trekked across red tiles,down the sides of stern walls,through grimy gutters,delivered forbidden messages,confided transcendent thoughts… … Continue reading
She may have sounded furious, but only because she was doubly susceptible to base emotions back then -and the sharp edges of ‘harmless’ advice, fixing ‘with love’. Something was amiss, so that all seemed inside out. Petty was noble, for … Continue reading
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