(I’m not writing much these days. The words are trapped inside behind emotions I don’t want to deal with. I miss it, but the wall is impressive. On the bright side, it prevents chaos. And yet. Once upon a time (or almost five years ago), I wrote more poetry (and published the same on Tumblr). I was looking at some of it yesterday and found … Continue reading You should be me.
i would tell you i love you more than my life, that your existence is more vital than anything in the world, that your smile helps me up every day; i would tell you that since the first moment, when the pain and blood had passed and they put you in my arms, my heart was lost, my every happiness given into your care. … Continue reading i would tell you (poetry)
I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear larger creatures rustling in the blackberry bushes filling up the … Continue reading I wish I spoke bird.
I have not felt particularly poetic of late
which is odd
considering that I favour dark themes
and sad stories
which currently abound in the here and now…
Continue reading Poetic of late.
From Famine to Feast. 