I once watched an artist paint the sky. His brush caressed the canvas like a lover’s kiss. His every fluent movement, poetry in motion. At least, I thought so. The painter did not. Whether it frustration, or a lack of imagination, who knew? But the fellow grew so incensed, he snatched each sheet from his […]
Spectral inversionI think I might beA ghost prior to deathLonely, so lonely Seeing the coloursBut never the lightHearing the demonsUnable to fight Spectral inversionYeah, guess that’s meDying by daylightLonely, so lonely Touching at rainbowsNot feeling the rainLost in a snowstormEach bring such pain Spectral inversionSome claim that I beThough I prefer hollowE-ter-nal-ly A Poem by […]
We kill the cure Condemn the curse We shout and spit As though it fashion Is it! The words we use No smiles, all eyes And fingers pointing ‘That’s what they’re for’ Are they! A reckless adventure Inferno in waiting Made for decay Meant to delay Does it! Prefabricated values Shoved down throats Gagging, we […]
It was not her perfume, exquisite though it was Neither was it her hair, the colour of a waking dream Nor her lithe and slender body, mesmerising as a nymph It was her eyes, always her eyes Those light-consumptive orbs of splendour Darker than the abyss and deeper than the pit Blacker than black, as […]
“Call me old-fashioned but I like my pants clean, pressed and swishing.” “You’re old-fashioned.” “Thanks.” “You’re very welcome, gramps.” “There’s nothing wrong with looking and feeling smart.” “And there wasn’t in the seventies, either, eh?” “Cheeky sod.” “Look, I’m telling you this as your friend, purple velour pants and an orange crinoline shirt’s only gonna […]
There once was a boy who lived in a hole. There in the warm, musty darkness where roots embraced him, he hid from the bright world outside. He hid from the loud, the violent and crude. He hid from the harm they’d done. They found him cringing that meekest of creatures, pushed in a corner […]
Celeste radiated something akin to love, a certain lukewarm appreciation. Mama called this cunning — Celeste prickled behind her eyes. Papa said it smarts — Celeste upset his oversensitive gut. Me? Celeste melted my heart. Was I suspicious? Never! Celeste could have bought and sold us. Our secret, until after the wedding.
