I Wonder If...
I wonder if you
Ever got to hold
the starlight in your eyes
In the palm of your hand
When you left
I wonder if you
Spin candy floss
from passing clouds
And siphon cider
from the sun
I wonder if you
Weave blankets from dusk
And yawn
the colours of dawn
I wonder if you
Shower in rainbows
And shake the colours
upon waking flowers
...Saturday 7th May 2022 8:43 am
Love Not Fully Understood
God, I know you’re good.
You’re gentle and you’re kind.
You quiet the restless heart,
With words it cannot find.
You tether the most wayward souls,
Drawn away by the slightest breeze.
You answer the most daring questions,
With sovereignty and ease.
All you do is good,
It’s the only way you know how to be.
How else could the Lion
Befriend a sheep like me?
...Monday 7th March 2022 9:37 pm
My Bleeding Mother
My heart is hurting.
It can’t contain the pain.
It seeps like beads of sweat out of my body
And falls like drops of rain.
The rain soaks my shoes,
then bleeds through to the skin.
The cold of winter settles;
it settles once again.
I cannot save my mother,
Though she and I both hoped that I could.
But I’m afraid that a daughter’s love
Can’t always do the t...
Monday 7th March 2022 5:46 pm
cold
I remember the lines
of your face.
the wrinkles around
your eyes
when you smiled.
the curves that
framed your
cheeks and lips
as you bared
your teeth in
a cackle or two.
your cheeks bounced
with a slight poke
to your warm,
oily skin.
your lips chapped
on the bottom left
from you constantly
biting throughout the day.
your forehead,
red a...
Tuesday 1st March 2022 5:26 pm
it went by so fast that i couldn't keep up
An empty room
Filled with bodies
Voices of different
Tones and pitches
And volumes.
Stifled cries
In the corners,
Whispered sentiments by the photos,
Muffled screams
From his mother
In the chair
Adjacent
To the giggles that
Came from
The pew of the casket
Where I laughed
With friends
As we reminisced
Of the days that
Were simpler.
Hands a...
Tuesday 1st March 2022 5:25 pm
Vigil
January fifth.
The black car is almost here.
I wait
and I remember:
Early morning, deep December.
Phone rings;
heart sinks;
today, I know, is the day.
Exit day, the expected day: the day to say goodbye.
A rush hour slow-slog through thin and sickly dawn.
Idiot-bright festive lights fail to sense the mood.
Mother in the back seat – quiet, watching, alone.
A red light river – a sto...
Tuesday 15th February 2022 12:37 pm
Coffee With My Ex
"Why did it end that way?" she asked
when we spoke some years later
Two cups in we agreed
We couldn't find our way back
to who we wanted to be
It’s like our patched-up hearts
The bandages do come off
but they will never be the same
Wednesday 9th February 2022 4:14 pm
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