I wrote this for a PASTA night in Wolverhampton. PASTA is a free monthly event organised by Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialistsis, it’s an; Open mic night with a difference. Each month we meet at the Arena Theatre and ask people to […]
Sheer unspeakable strangeness Read More »
I remember, sometime in the past, that taste in my mouth of my lover’s flesh
That moment you wake and find you’re not alone and smile
That hand, that caress when it’s still dark and quiet
Tracing the line of someone’s back in the low light
Kissing a neck in the middle of the night
I wrote this for a PASTA night in Wolverhampton. PASTA is a free monthly event organised by Poets, Prattlers and Pandemonialistsis, it’s an; Open mic night with a difference. Each month we meet at the Arena Theatre and ask people
It’s not about the sunshine Read More »
Being alone is not the worst. Though loneliness can leave you hurting, wanting, hunting for that moment, which used to be filled, and warm and safe. Missing someone you took for granted, like that herb garden you lovingly planted, only
New friends are hardNew friends are unfamiliarAnd they bring magic, laughter and life into my heart I overthink so muchI overstep and risk a lossAnd they see past my cluelessness and see I care We bow and bendWe find our
My heart has learned to beat again, so long it sat in a spare room with little joy, with bacon fat and lard filling the spaces where love, hope and care should be. I’d stopped believing I was worthy of
To quicken, to burn brighter To stimulate, to set a flame If you quicken me, I will quicken you I feel it when I say your name You have my heart, so please take care I know it’s safe, you have my trust I have only
I have a second shadow that never leaves my side A space between, a place I’ve seen and love to keep aliveIt’s always welcome, even though I find from time to time, It can slip from my sight, and then I wander