“Your iron is low, oh so low, just take this supplement, it will help the tempo because you’re not losing… Read more anti-bio resistance
Category: Poetry
it’s time to sleep
the reckoning and the reasoning and the ripening and then the sneezing the forces unmeasured in the revolt and then… Read more it’s time to sleep
He was on his knees rowing around her, tears pleading, she floating, her lips silently moving composing her symphony and… Read more
(How perfect you are, o purveyor of artist’s soundless voice to express my utter bewilderment at humans’ flailing choice- s…)… Read more
skein
And while she was clawing out the sub conscious ponderings on definition a, b or c of her defeated-ness, she… Read more skein
POETRY FROM THE LADIES
Originally posted on VOICES OF A HIDDEN SELF:
My dear friends, I have today for your delectation something rather special. It struck me how…
she dreamt whispering…
harps in the desert. She bled the ache for unplayed notes on the horizon. She tremored between here and there,… Read more she dreamt whispering…
It’s funny, isn’t it…
the way we nod with our eyes but disagree with the size of an unspoken epiphany and all the snips… Read more It’s funny, isn’t it…
the aching sweetness of pierce…
in childhood. Those tears – crystallised in hovered cadence, unspoken epiphanies’ radiance, beyond the reckoning, the reasoning of fractured eyes… Read more the aching sweetness of pierce…
ineffable
I can’t find the font my mind is speaking in. And then the magpie sang.
