Fight Night

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More

Mercy

Standing on the cliff edge two steps away from certain death I hurled the contents of the velvet box into … More

Forever’s never guaranteed but still you wrote the F-word inside every card you ever sent to me. I cannot bring … More

Going through my dad’s old writings, transcribing his poetry to be posted on his blog (coming soon!!), I found an … More

I don’t know if this ache is heartbreak (a) or cocaine (b) or my body physically manifesting all the mental pain … More

I poured boiling water onto my hand and felt nothing. I stood naked in a rainstorm and felt everything. I … More

You’ll never be a stranger to me I know you too intimately And yet we sit … More

At the station, I said, Kiss me Kiss me like it’s the last time Kiss me like I’ll die tomorrow … More

I’ve been mentally and physically unwell lately, writing a lot but nothing I want to share. Having said that, I … More

A short, simple poem for Day 7 of NaPoWriMo based on the prompt: gifts and joy.