Poetry

Untitled

I have thought about trivialising this paring its bass notes down to a simplified list or hiding behind cheap laughs, faced with impossible tasks I have been known to panic left with only my poor excuses. Unwilling to accept that I am unable to do justice. What words would work to describe a half-dream to… Continue reading Untitled

Poetry

I Tell Myself

Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself

Wittischisms

Wittischisms

When the right thing to say just isn't quite right, say it wrong. Available to purchase at redbubble.com/Wittischisms

Poetry

And Tonight My Heart

  I can't get my head around kissing you this morning and tonight my heart beating ten hours on a plane away   Lying here awake and the emptiness in my chest fluttering a hummingbird looking for a home And even with my eyes closed the pupils have pins in them Searching you out

Poetry

Ugly Truth

  Ugly Truth Tonight I got drunk alone in my bed because you thought it would be right to not talk to me So I swayed on pillows and pissed in dark bathrooms and got pissed and was pissed at myself for getting drunk not being enough Or being too much or being me I shot… Continue reading Ugly Truth

Poetry

In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am

In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am for promising myself I wouldn’t let anyone in convincing myself I was strong enough to break hearts to build walls around parts of my own bare faced lies in a mirror same old childish sighs believing that I was not soft nor gentle and placid not malleable,… Continue reading In Which I Am Angry At Myself At 2am

Poetry, Video

Rememories

Rememories Let’s see if I remember this correctly it was all so long ago We were naked I can’t forget that the shape of your neck and the smell of us I want to remember afternoon twilight dusk but maybe I’m making that up in my rose tinted glasses We would lie there under the… Continue reading Rememories

Poetry

Stargazing

Stargazing for Jenna   Let the record state that we were drunk- with eternity so close in our grasp. What cage is this that holds us Feather light in a city of smoke Animal wild in halcyon days? Should gravity come calling answer this- that stars are dead That sister blood bleeds quicker So roaring… Continue reading Stargazing