instant oatmeal falls free from the torn pouch to wait for boiling water where ceramic curves stuck in thick paste to fight with the spoon I want breakfast pie. I want to live on caffeine and mascara. I want to forget the balanced meal in the bottom of a wine bottle. or ice cream tub kettle whistling breaks my reverie one shoe sits forgotten…
Broken frames tilt in staccato steps across the wall corners separated, paint chipped and fading Hanging by wire and finishing nails landscapes not been seen in decades I watch them leading across the room silent parade to the gold dipped window glass witness the end of another day. river stones on the window sill are a reminder of strength I never had but wished…
I wanted silenceafter days of noiseand tearsheartbreaksilenceinstead of musicbirdsong orconversation I wanted darknessto sit on my chestand suffocate mesquash the lightfrom the cornersof my closed eyesinstead of openingmy heart to the sun I wanted nothingto fill the holeleft by a life undoneempty cups of teaunsent lettersforgotten dreamsinstead of stepping uparms wide to gather but that is notthe way of thingsnot at all
night rose faint hint of gold below gradient blue trees still bare snow melted still on the wire one last wintered gift and I I was lost in memories and wishes what might come and what will never candle light in mercury glass frames the wondering the hoping the doubting the wanting the fear the sorrow the letting go heart closed I closed my…
you died at the beginning of spring I felt your passing knowing without knowing my heart ripped away and thrown into darkness I knew felt your love around me like hummingbird kisses one day we will walk on the beach together hand in hand sweet girl I miss you like lungs miss air you were there when my world fell apart and listened while…
you are the smell of coffee in the faint morning light lavender violet clouds drifting past the window as I stir the cream with a spoon I forget to breathe when I see you the smile no longer rumoured on my lips my skin giggles from the pores and I blush in spite of myself giddy you embrace me like a wave on the…
retreat move forward retreat a different way move again sliding across the board until one more piece is taken my head pounds thinking about you watching sitting far enough away to touch the glass I asked for nothing not the game or the turning the distance or ridicule and yet you gave it freely I took it because at the time I was…
in the last light knots untie not by themselves of course but carefully with delicate fingers and patience I close my eyes to work on the worst parts the torn pages torn pieces forgotten and buried silk threads fall through my fingers undo the tapestry as it hangs on the wall across from me watching picking at the threads do I know the worst…
pages turn blanket unused unspoiled no scratches or creases empty I cannot mirror my mind in the bleached fibers no colour or ink that blooms under my finger tips within the stretched skin covering my heart although I try I stare at the blank wall wondering why the words stop at the glass no not why I know the answer but why will…
tell me to be strong as I close my eyes head down in a vice another blinding headache fill my chest with stones to balance the weight and lay me beneath the stars for one more night with the moon let your words float around my face to kiss my eyes to sleep one last time before you go remind me please snow…
