A Poem For An Old Laptop
You were always petite, with your thirteen inch screen sometimes I had to squint to catch the fine print, though …
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These Days
These days I hurry to keep myself in sight. Profile glances into restaurant windows often whisper me warnings. Ripples and …
Ode To Kitten
You bastard you bastard, you predator gnawing at my sock – there’s flesh under there, blood skin nerves and pain, …
Ecstasy
Your skin tweaks as if to the scuttle of a beetle’s touch, and the window is stuttering in the manner …
Abortion at 19
Every time you hiccup it sounds like I’ve pulled the plug on the heroine of a horror flick just as …
OPDH #2 – Dancefloor Justin
As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …
A Poem For The Present
I wake up every mourning in a world packed to the rafters with His & Her handguns, heart hammering and …
Be Like The Fly
I feel frustration bubbling against the crock-pot of my bones. All these prize winning poets seem so calm! I exclaim to …
Old Poems Die Hard #1: RACIST
As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …
Your Relationship
Yes, it is broken, but isn’t the world just a bric-a-brac of busted parts, layer on layer of confused movement, …
Woken By Your Boiler
I’m pulled up and out to the noise by the fist of my chest, bed clothes like tangled sculptures in …
My Bathroom Window’s Existential Crisis
My bathroom window is unsure that he is, in fact, a window. My bathroom window has realised that unlike other …
Severe Weather Warning
Our burdens crackle off our backs like claps of thunder over wheat silver to the moon, patterns of stem floundering …
Let Him Those Small Pleasures
Let him eat, let each sixty cent slice of pizza be celebrated as if a treasure, and let him drink, …
Ritual Washing
What started as a western squat strains gently into an eastern squat, the gum soles of your shoes pressing into …
Crash
Why is it that whenever I want to catch a flight another bird comes tumbling down and no one ever …
December Dreaming
I dreamed a dozen dreams with my knees brought up propped against the steering wheel, my bladder taut, same as …
Up Up & Away
The whole wide world is tugging at my skirts with hands that I can’t believe, I’m pushing out and I’m …
Saturday Night Live
Performance cars lie low like fugitives under the gas station’s arching arm rumbling, out the corner of their blue blinkers …
MY TROUBLED MIND 