Poems

Poetry

Prophet

This is the story of St Paul from the perspective of someone in a mental assylum. Make of it what you will.
Cherry

Plight

Crumbling, Shredded wings flutter. A dull shimmer on the bleak sky, Churning the monochrome palate Of the night. Once silver, I remember. Regal paisleys, Nacré velvet.
Cherry

New

I feel you there Built big, broad. A warm snoring mass in the dark Labyrinth of your sheets. My fingers search you out and I’m hanging, Like rope on...

So

Parchment spread dry, wide. Between tokes, breaths, I watch your mouth. Nothing betrays your inner fire: Passion hot like sticky black tar in my...

A tale of two titties

When I grew to love my breasts, I was not yet 22. My teenage thirst for an ample chest had worn me through and through. I remember the day when I...
Cherry

Theresa

Naked. Cold. Rotten. It’s how we all end up. No dignity, no shame, because really - who cares? Once it’s all over, when all the air leaves us, when...

Mindfulness

You say I'm being cagey - If only you knew how trapped I truly feel, locked up, a prisoner in my own brain. I'm trying to be mindful of all my broken...
Cherry

Navigation

Your words each phoneme coarse, like sand grains caught in an oyster. I swallow them whole. Gulping, the whorls of salty slime swim through my gut. I...

Picnic

Take my hand, darling and I'll guide you. A gingham blanket is essential for isolation from the elements. Spread it beneath an oak tree (avoiding its...

Familiarity

Familiarity clings Breath forms droplets in the ether Specks of dust skin hair dirt grimy flakes of human indulgence encapsulated in a bubble of...

Process

Sad. Ecstatically so sometimes a relief familiar sting me so I know I can feel something borrowed from an old feeling blue and black and beaten back...

Things My Mother Gave Me

A cast-iron bladder is one of the things my mother gave me. ‘That will be the Charvill genes, my darling! All the women have one: the legendary...

The Ballad of the Patchwork Quilter

Come listen and I’ll tell you Of the quilter with no name She lived a humble life indeed And never found her fame She sewed these quilts together...