Day 3 I am the last leafUnrelenting in the fallFirmly planted on the limbNo wind can release me #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 2 she walked into the roomlike a dareneck wrapped in red pashmina what does it all mean?she askedlooking me in the eyea rumour of a smilepulled the cornersnot expecting the wordsto leave my own lipsafter taking a deep and measured breath “Love is everything”another breath“The universe knows what to do”I finished with a smile“and pie is…

Day 1 Arrange your wordsLike tiles on a game board Like you know Life vomits, hiccups, makes loveTo the moment The moment you let goOf the tileYou have lost.How does thatFeel? LamentOne face to get The job doneOne face to get byOne face to getThe smileOne face to cry I pick up your lamentationBetween my fingersYour sick saccharine disgustBurrows into…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

  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…

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…

  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…