I am broken into a thousand tiny pieces I cannot find. Time slides and a year slips. Balancing the books, the calendar aggressively points out I’m reaching or have already reached the milestone first birthday of the State mandated psychiatric care I now romanticise. There was pleasing soft set yellow custard every other day. I […]
The Earth ruptured Rivers roarWater swallows We sink Standing on unsteady feetunsafe ground that’s untrusted The gutfeels the arriving tremor We wait Words detonate the Teutonic platesA holocaust is inheritedAnd a new wrath awakensThe next day comes without apology Eliot’s hollow men guard no one Silence, absence between doom,is the time for tending wounds
[ To : The Other Women ] [ From : The Other Woman ] [ For : All The Bones Burned ] Let the Liars burn their bridges over the white ash bones they leave unburiedBurdened sleep pardons the guiltyBeds instead the unknowingOne, cast into fire The Other, left aflameEveryone is blamelessTell me her name […]
Trips to the market force the routine of caring for myself. It is there that I remember how to buy the groceries so, that I can cook the meals, that I must eat so, I don’t perish. I rote learned how to be an adult there and all the vendors have known my family custom […]
[For Scarlett, I write] The disconnected line confirms a suspicion. I suspect neither of us, is, as big as we pretend. I succumb to social discord. False images balancing absence. Scrolling on, Getting by, Doing my time, Un-Blocked Not ‘Un-Alive’. So, they say. But, …that would be… DEAD, to you. Skip far from this fenced […]
[For Virginia, I follow] Standing on the shoreI have decided.I chose stones I will fill my pockets with love, with care, with intent. My act of self-love. Lined up, a collection of :different weights different griefs. Each stone carries withinits own savage beauty. Kindness betrayed. Great loves remembered. These stones,These stones,Oh, how they broke my […]
July 9, 2025
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[For Michael: the sun, the sea, everything to me] The grave neat in the dirtDug out by my own soiled handsIs where I lay myself down. She is a girl-child to me nowThe earth has swallowed a part of her.So unsure, my sweet girl. I loved you deeply.(It hurt, didn’t it? Not the blood, the […]
July 9, 2025
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Where in our Petite Heroine is now a Poet A New Collection of Work. Written in the Dark. Secrets from the Soul. Did you know that if you try to kill yourself, without success, and are brought back to consciousness, surprised and un-dead in the Alfred Hospital Emergency Room and not at God’s gate or […]
July 9, 2025
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The untrained eye sees vast amounts of greenery—green that extends endlessly on and on, the same unimpressive flat colour in perpetuity. The shape of the foliage varies, adding much-needed texture to the scene. Leaves—spikey, rotund, short, and spindly—define the surroundings. The plants, stacking and co-mingling with each other, are unruly and tenaciously plump, climbing over […]
October 30, 2024
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First, there was too much water raining out Neustra Virgin de Pilar’s special day, then there was drought. We are now approaching the twenty-four-hour mark of no water. Ever prepared for the lack of City planning our house is equipped with tank water (for the toilet and shower) and solar panels (to combat the blackout […]
October 16, 2024
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