I talk first, so you don’t ask. See? No, you don’t. I talk first, so you don’t have to. I’m. So. Tired. I talk. And talk. If you could spare me from, Anxiety? Whatdoisaynext TomakeYOUfeelbetter? I TALK. Like water over me. Engulfing. Waves of conversation. I talk first, one hand. Behind me. See? No. Not … Continue reading The Conversation
The joy of Gospel music Reaching like arms to my room And pulling me out of my bed The smell of Plantain frying Twirling me, bare foot To dance down the stairs My Father, cooking up Love His smile like the glow of the sun Warm on my face, He chases the dimming sleep, Breakfast, … Continue reading Saturday Kitchen
Facebook marks a year…
Fb marks a year: A year of uncertainty and indelible hope, Of discovering unlikely heroes And acts of beautiful kindness. Not just crying at adverts, but the news as well. Throwing tantrums at school work - watched curiously by my five year old. Discovering a hate for Google Classroom A year of working at my … Continue reading Facebook marks a year…
We left the earth scorched Our dancing footprints, charred. A nod to the cold sunset, A kneel to the heat of the moon. The depth and breadth of you, Unfathomable odyssey. No more intrepid vista A shiny new shackle on the earth. So; the ash flies high It blackens my face and hands. My back … Continue reading Poem: Embers
Poem: Shut the door
Shut the door Shhhh... Tip toe, Finger tip reach, To the top shelf. Then, shut the door. Kilner tight. Kill it. Close the lid. Flick the light, off. Then, shut the door. Turn your back Away. Do not look. Leave the past. Leave. Then, shut the door. I will not remember you.
Poem: When the World Stopped
When the world stopped I was already lying down; Gazing at, Nimbostratus. I wanted to see the stars And the hope beyond. When the world stopped I sat up. I couldn’t see the stars, But felt a new hope, despite the rain. When the world stopped I stood. Not touching. Anyone. I hid my face. … Continue reading Poem: When the World Stopped
Desire. So easily sparked in the hearts of man. An incendiary, smouldering insidiously. Burning.
Poem: Baby has a cold
Baby has cold. Baby has a cold; watery eyes, Snotty nose. Staccato cough. Cough. Cough. Baby has a cold; Mucus covered lullabies, halt. The night-light dim dimming in the day, And bunny lies lonely by his head. Baby has a cold; Baby's in bed. Out of bed, in my arms. Baby cries. Red eyes, Rosie … Continue reading Poem: Baby has a cold
I thought it a shame, as you click clicked That you missed the warmth of a small body, And the softest hair at his nape. As you swipe swiped, I wanted to name you apathy, but for your self-regard. I swallow around the tight ball To collect blinks, a lifted chin, a Precious smile. You … Continue reading Poem: Busy
Poem: Are you breathing?
Throbbing and dry. These are the eyes, Straining to see you, Through the darkness. Dimming then bright. Those are the stars, Splashing around you, Wonky star light.