VIII- Sunrise

Naked, I bathe in the glow of still, solemn rays that, like me, have boldly chosen to rise again I am golden in the early hours, the wispy bits of daylight before dreams disrupt in the fullness of day This moment is my own, stolen…

Road Conversation

The road clicks a sticatto beat the tires hum along with the flow I hear you speak now words measured and succinct But no one can hear you No one understands you Your voice carries a melody that lifts and carries in the breeze. You…

Milky Ways of Diamond Dust

Milky ways of diamond dust Across a desert sky Flames that dance within the night And carry wishes high Upon the winds, up to the stars Where the gods can hear Smoke rings dancing in the dark Before they disappear Some say magick isn’t real…

Eulogies – after Sylvan Esso ‘Funeral Singers’

Acoustic guitar stings and taps leading into louder dance A light female voice, breathless, the words indecipherable though I listen closely only half understanding snatches of song.   ‘doesn’t take a job in the night return to me all my friends are half-gone birds, keeping…

Of Honor Killings and Curses

Whispering zephyrs secrets reveal The old village Banyan tries hard to conceal Underneath the cloak of stygian skies lay stories concealed from seeing eyes and floods of tears from forced goodbyes But time is the keeper of all tales blind yet partial to some details…

Saviour (Hour 8)

I will cry for my mother till my eyes grow sore My father’s sister moved in the day after– she says her name is “second mummy”   Her body was only buried hours ago But her replacement sits here trying to fit into her shoes…

Hour 8

Gigan: Roe v Wade They tried overruling history but we would not let them, we came to the streets. Waited in the bunker that is a metro station in NYC. We may have stood in silence for an hour but you shall hear our voices….

Wonderland of Graves – hour 8

Everything in Wonderland Is destined to repeat A spinning wheel of madness That will drown you in defeat Alice knew the atmosphere Was poisonous, at best She’d seen it enough times to know The wicked never rest And when the war was over She knew…

Sneeze in a Pan

There once was a villain Who remained a villain despite being called the hero of the story. A vampire whose craving for blood was always in check. He fell for a bartender; His teeth fell upon the bartender. He’s always struggled with his demons; That…

Pour down your thoughts dear Here are your swords- paper and pen Keep writing, have no fear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your world – a book Keeping imagining, in full gear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your teacher – the…

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