We were never meant to have this The one thing we are fighting for The one thing we would die for We were never meant to have it Bright red oceans Trees with purple bark And leaves that fall like Rainbow glitter We weren’t meant…

each night in bed my hands clench the edge of grey skyscrapers my fingers cramp & disappear in the depths I scream return to mid-air wait while autumn leaves drop underneath the sight of city lights highlight buildings I’ll visit next time I hang &…

If I could make the clock unwind If I could rewrite the story the circumstances Everything that’s happened You’d be here I would do so much different I would spend more time with you less with what didn’t matter I’d treat you like the queen…

Some nights it is present in blue-black night. Other times, it cannot be found. I search for the Big and Little Dippers, but the haziness of smog and cloud leave it hidden.  

With an envy ( hard to reduce) she looked at mums who rare, but at least touched their kids with a smile or stroke hair. She asked teacher once: “May I borrow a book somehow?” A rhetorical question. Asked in vain in sum… Field work…

Season of the Silence   I hear the silence of the fans in the parks in the arenas in the stadiums.   I hear the silence of the owners and the athletes as they weigh their options.   I hear the silence of the season…

MATTER ___________________________________ You can not help but be matter — Should you grow still Turn bones to stone Take no step further The world would still find roost In you chest and grow lush on your shoulder — Should you grow silent Turn voice to…

What is the matter?   We are born from matter We are made of matter We will return to matter   The things that made us unique Taken back into the bigger aggregate And that matters too   To be matter is simply to occupy…

In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

Let me explain why the ghost sleeps in my bed while I sleep in a chair. It’s selfish. I let it. I don’t want to fight with a fucking ghost. Ghosts are scary. This one is only friendly when the mood strikes. Most of the…