these words
(once breathed, now borrowed)
become in me
a gargled pulse -
the sputter
of a swollen heart
punctured
a gargled pulse -
the sputter
of a swollen heart
punctured
by poetry
these words
(once breathed, now borrowed)
To be heard
like a child with tweezers -
picking, plucking the seams -
clumsily jabbing at the stitches
with a blunt needle, trying
to create that … Read MoreWhen
when the mist settles -
a tower of playing cards collapses
in a flutter of painted faces against
the wind/ discourse dives, adjective-
first, down … Read MoreFragile
The feeling of fragility
is the most useless feeling;
it drifts and wanders like a
wayward echo in a hollow heart
beating … Read MoreCaught in the rain
As I walk down the pavement rain seeps into my skin I wonder if it will dissolve me if I let it - if only I could take it and dissolve it into m… Read MoreIn-Between
Life comes in
bursts; in gushes, violent
rushes of air, in
flashes so fierce
they blind - as lov… Read More