(a literary homage to ‘december’ by zoe boekbinder) in january so young i was not a year ago dark nights because you were so far in deserts cold while in sun-strewn rooms i felt so old february then brought you back hearts flew high as they shed their black march my life was hard and … Continue reading january
we dined on the finest nosh that the bazaar could provide some would chug on eau de vie brandishing an awl of their tribe fearful that a foe comes from the gulch next door protect the pa from a golf course future mesh fences protect or add allure to the broken yacht where the moon … Continue reading a words with friends and christmas poem
i do not forget only pouring coffee liqueurinto small crystal glasses prisms and light-play deep & aqueous strange elixir held high catching sun and the dim glow from overhead lamps Continue reading actions
pink is the colour of bare, fresh skin not yet ready to be touched by the airs and the graces of the world it is the colour of strange hair bleached and stained in a fit of madness again and again until it defines the unloved pink is the colour of love and of hope … Continue reading raw
when minds have changed filtered through years and whispered words grown to believe in goodness in the dark grown to believe in letting go and moving on and leaving the lost behind sitting on a bed in a room in a faraway place where the people who once were there have been stolen away and … Continue reading stolen from us
a pristine page unwrapped and untouched ready to be pounced upon with pencil or ink or careful strokes of both inhaling the scent of parchment imagined papyrus dreamed of soaps wrapped too closely time for desecration (just realised that this is the sixth to last piece of this crazy year long project. my god. it … Continue reading the breaking in of the gifts
lullabies and gin appetite for sin will anybody win time of year for kin tempers wearing thin the room will start to spin paper in the bin Continue reading sing of [backdated december 25th]
