Grieving

-Is like a large drop of rain on the back of an ant that you can’t get off easy. You’ve got to walk, shit, sleep with it weighing heavy persistent. Every second is punctured by a sigh but you go on, ‘cause winter is close and you need to restock. Time’s the walk of fire but across it lies peace. Hang in there. 

Here’s something to spare you a few sighs if string’s your thing.

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Now

Now, I try and distill magic as pure as can beTo find it curl and dissipate between winks.They say (the successful), put a banner flashy,And an offer one can’t resist and fly it will.Tis tainted, the path’s not for me I say.But, hunger you see, …

Pause

[Defrosted from the Archives] It was late evening and I hurried out to catch the last few minutes of the summer sun, the most I could off late. Instead of catching the usual bus back home, I crossed over to the other side where the …

Half Pound Flesh

Same ends of the magnet, we repel and repulse Sharp is the knife whetted over granite to shineGrey dyes the iris casting shadows underneathLife suspends still, this battle’s all that matters The fin breaks surface, it’s soft touches at firstWhites on my mouth color up a …

Easy 5~ Dandelion

A strong wind blew my way, light that I am, swept me away. No structure no direction, mercy-mercy beat my scared little heart. Ssh… put on these earphones, life’s easy you’ll see…  Like a dew-drop on a lotus leaf, I slipped smooth, into fish mouthTo be …

Easy 1~ Easy

~The Beginning~ Dear, I beg with palms out, pull me out of this nightmare. A world contorted and half baked, when it is all so easy, why do you smash your head open? Break down these invented barriers come closer, the war is really over. …

Musical Chairs

Run, run, catch the next seat; it’s this or the abyss Like fish within nets this is our world, one after another waiting to be devoured Time! When will you have your fill? Cut off the heads, the picture’s the same The tale’s the same …

An Autopsy

On my table today is an old tabby, Billu as she was known. Under the clutches of rigor mortis, she looks no different than a doll I’d humped. Unmoving like the wall, cast in cement for the unknowing. Her broken paw once held her fortress …

A place called Calm

In the attic lies treasures and troves, from a time not so long ago. Sleeping beasts with sharp pointy teeth hide underneath the clutter, a trap away. Step softly and don’t despair for come time, you’ll get used to this. Let’s seek this place called …

The Lost Moth

A moth got locked inside my home, it was brown with a white undercoat. It flew past my mother stretching on her yoga mat but turned around attracted by the warm stench of fresh sweat. Shrieks oh dear me. You’d think she was a duck …