Autobiography

Gold cherry

T.E

You were paler the morning, as drinkers are, you were softer. With this quiet vunerability; puffy-eyed and suffering the full-blown shakes.

My Face Depicts

Looking in a mirror can be debilitating. That is, if you believe everything you see, the facial lines, bags under eyes, and aging features. Yes, eyes sparkle and their twinkle is redeeming.

Almost Fixed - poem 3 (Full circle)

You went back together easily. You startle me.

I am home

I remember my mother’s papery skin, her slender thighs dangling from above. The tightness of my chest because I I cannot reach to touch his cheek. I want him to know that I am here,

You don't remember being born

I can’t remember being born, and no one else can remember it either. Not even your mother. Or your mother’s mother. In fact, your father and your mother, are busy wrapping you in blankets,
Cherry

Want and Need

Want and Need (24th November, 2011) The weight of your silence makes me feel old: lead weight replacing a promise of gold. Resurrect your idol just where she fell,

Chunky and The Human Dustbin

A room full of posters That old black and white TV Beach towels and ping pong A cassette player you tarted up for me Rock pools, sunburn That time we nearly drowned at sea