What is love What. Is. Love. What happens when baby hurts me? Baby hurts me Baby. Hurts. Me. That’s not love. It’s never love to hurt your love. Dating doesn’t answer me Live is not a tragedy Is love romance? Is love just chance? We…

Swallow tails Don’t need their tails They just use them to Escape the birds Oh shoot this is almost late. I’ll do it properly later

Hour Eight The devil nestles underneath car door handles flooding lungs and invading the bloodstream of society. The drivers fein placation with promises of Pleasure Island. Nostrils extend in deeply croaking breaths heavy-handed and grappling protests are caught in the throat as a scurry of…

Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. beet jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport   Quake the tremors deep in…

The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

Inspired by this song here People long for light in which they feel something warm To some that’s a bright smile in which they find charm To some it’s just the little things Longing and reminiscences Gentle touches in a soft cafe The peak of…

inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…

A swing in yellow A field behind Always reminds me of summers past And how the winter comes on so fast The warm summer sun replaced by Brisk autumn breezes Soon replaced by frozen winter rain  

Hour Seven Tethered to breath a rise and fall of chest- a lift of torso and a spirit, or what is left. Triggering the vagus a nerve once shaking as it’s coiled in suspended animation until the breath’s release, and to which pulse can now…

The ghost is here Sitting on the sill Looking over at me As I clean the room   My housemates don’t see The ghost is here They do not believe As I get that room clean   I try to explain but, I look so…