poetry

You were never a saviour Maybe an indecent deity That you can’t relish in the purity of devotion But instead must Bask in imagined envy....

How long my roots could have grown around the stones of a borrowed throne Is a blessing to never need to know. You, your stifled smile ...

And like lovers do the sun on a day undeserving of an end, Every year chases me to the end of a one way street And I only get slower. All...

You write to me in soot laden notebooks and the margins of your favourite books before you ever gave me a name. I wonder who you imagined...

I hear that you’re all better now – That the infirmity that has long tormented you has met its match The devil that rents your stomach...

I know not how to detach tenancy from the loving gaze – To appreciate beauty without the desire for possession To employ the difference...

I am my grief’s mother Her caretaker when affliction cauterizes her rationality I lend her the side of the bed I sleep on most. I am my...

The horror of you The rot beneath your skin A glaring reminder That your piety was my donation My plasticine innocence No match for your...

The mother crow sings within my rib cage oh so quietly. I never heard her before now No one told me it was hers so much as mine That the...

I am not a scarecrow. I am made from the rib bones that drown out the noise of life beating below my overalls and sweater. I’ve never...

Sometimes I wish we could be casual acquaintances. That should I find you an aisle over in the grocery store, that I’d know we’d catch up...

The strange acquaintance Between myself And a ceiling I’ve never had the pleasure to stare up to One day she’ll know me by name. We...

A boardwalk before dusk Same hour as the night before, Same small, french dog, Same linked fingers, unbroken The saturation of the...

One hundred poems lost in a fire. One hundred moments, thoughts, Slices of a mind unpicked; Immersed into a form more purposeful. There...

These days your voice in my head is quieter A string tied to my finger Unfastening with the passage of time I follow the stars as a point...

This morning I caught my sympathy about to dial your number My forgiveness has bite Trading comfort for softness Dressing you up to make...

He doesn’t like it when I call him ‘baby’. His eyes don’t light up the way yours once did To recognize the donning of my affection as a...

Age seven – Dandelion picking, round glasses adorned Toad catching girl My aquarius moon at its most unsinkable Blamelessly palatable A better painter than a liar Today I will try again to be kind to you. Let the sun dress your skin but not burn your eyes Brush your tangled hair and hum under my breath, I love you i love you i love you. Everyday I remove further from you beyond my consent A dream robbed by day break I replay your voice in my head until words are only words S

If only to be happy wasn’t a precarious breeding ground for art! My closed grin is a hostile passage for words beyond my vocabulary An...

The delicate dance of romanticizing the finite To look her in the eye again with the all too familiar tunnel vision Ignoring the...