She was all legs and breasts when I saw her yesterday. It was hot. Not just the kind of hot that has people wiping their foreheads with the back of their hands and cursing the sun, but the kind…
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expresso vision
there’s a pulse, a beata rhythm that’s jagged and rawdancing to the cadence of the streetlights. it’s here in the hollows of the night where words tumble out like dice in a back alley craps game where…
words of encouragement
The other day, a good friend of mine messaged me: And I replied with: And:
existence
Existence is suffering.Existence is painExistence is timeExistence is purposeExistence is immediateExistence is perfectExistence is reasonExistence is problematicExistence is exoticExistence is mysteriousExistence is meExistence is godExistence is beautifulExistence is mindExistence is unnecessaryExistence is lameExistence is resistanceExistence…
Promise
every now and then i fallapart at the seams, it seems only held together bythe promise of a new day and the words i want to sayto you tucked underneaththe floorboards of my sanity
Some words of encouragement
The other day, a good friend of mine messaged me: And I replied with: And:
I could have wandered on
I’ve been threatening to publish another poetry chapbook for at least a year now. I have a completed manuscript, just haven’t gotten around to editing it. I think what has been holding me back, is…
some beach scratchings
This past weekend, we packed up the Outlander and headed northeast to King’s Lynn for a little camping excursion. The first one of the season. I know it’s late, but heck with the earlier weather…
god be sitting on a fence
god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the…
night’s leaves
on a pristine october afternoon i applied for a job begging at the ports all for the sake of feeling my way against the ghost of your truth my lies limed and loaded flowed easy…
rapture
on the radio the buzzing world whistling blowers moan the clack of balls clicking so well straining a high thin monkey woman begging for rapture
ant-people, something has happened – the remix
Best experienced through headphones… ant-people, something has happened that’s made me question the nature of my reality, a thread to follow… the point of intersection between the human mind and suppression. i don’t think…
before the beginning
in the moment she answered formless in-between states of grief shadows dancing underneath her eyes she did not recognise me darkness dull and desperate before the beginning began i caught myself staring like a chimp…
vapour and dust
and then it made sense to me i stood witlessly fumbling the key to endless happiness she sat on the bed with her hands clenched, ‘i will help you hold the hatred, spread it over…
plaything for the gods
i was in the desert once lost in meditation i was trying to get to grips with being a plaything for the gods i met some souls sitting around a fire in the open night…
Where is her glory?
outside, the rats huddle against the cold grey shade of sky eyes trail behind her shivering as she sings softly like a morning bell metallic breath blows grim where is her glory?