beneath the jagged waves my face silently slips moonlight accents edge peaks and valleys and I’m no longer fighting it releasing my final breath I’m floating softly in this cold new world sinking down into the vast depths I look above to see the gentle beams reflections of some far off light sifting through the […]
My review of Joseph Pinto’s debut poetry book, “A Distilled Spirit”.
I hold memories of you like a wave-worn rock nestled in my pocket reaching in, my fingers float along your soft edges /the gentle curves of who you were /who I remember you to be /who we once were I feel your weight a whispering touch, I cradle that ache again /the fervent ache to […]
My review of River Dixon’s chapbook collection of poetry, “These Days Drip From Me”.
I’m digging deep. Trying, hoping to become what I think you want me to be. I’m holding tight. Gasping, desperate to breathe. Daring myself to become more. I’m reaching, stretching begging for your hand. More than just an idea or an artist or a passing fancy. I’m digging deep. Spreading myself thin. Reckless almost. Frantic […]
Hiya! I am absolutely delighted to be able to announce that my collection of poetry ‘Falling Sleet’ has just been published! It is currently … POETRY COLLECTION
Ten years. Damn. It doesn’t feel like ten years. My body remembers. Remembers like it was a few months ago. My chest remembers. The ache. The brokenness. The questions. The tears… oh god, the tears. Somehow it was my fault, I’m sure of it. I’ll never forgive myself. I don’t expect anyone else to either. […]
your nails, like claws dragging scratching ripping through. my. brain. tearing out every hidden part of me you see all the deepest bits of me digging in, your fingers leave behind furrows and trails bloody bits and me, I stare wide-eyed drool dripping down a foam-flecked chin I was impenetrable I was strong I was […]
Her heart is a cathedral. Bright stain-glassed windows, each a story to tell. So her own story is mapped out in ink across her breast. The entrance, tall imposing doors, not easily opened with gargoyles guarding each side, lips raised in stark, snarling warning. Beware. Yet, if you simply step past them, you’d find they […]
Weeping My bark, dry Soaks the tears A blotter for future days You’ll never know Just what you do to me My response Powerful I remain internal Showing my hand Was a mistake I won’t repeat Thirsty My roots, searching Stretch out Spreading and hungry Always needing more You don’t know me The real me […]