It wasn’t the soaring mountain peaks perpetually capped with snowNor the green and purple lights speeding across the night sky It was not the round pebbles and jagged rocks under my bare feetThe shrieks and joyful splashes of water, the gathering storm Not the smell of rotting leaves and mushrooms, with the frost slowly descendingNor…
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Poem: Calamity
CalamityIs not the big thingsThose you live your life forDreading It’s the invisible, unexpected, unmentionableOut of the corner of your eyeIn the beat of silence between one song and the next CalamityIs not there in your neatly planned paperwork It roams the streets at nightSlipping through the unguarded cracksAnd fills your house like gasWaiting to…
Poem: Spring
This is one of the few poems I wrote pre-2020 and one of the even fewer that I feel still holds up after I’ve gotten more into reading and writing poetry over the past year. So, before it’s too late to post a seasonal poem (we had summer here for a few days just now),…
Poem: The pleasure of being witnessed
Nothing exists in a vacuum. Not heaven nor hell (if indeed such things exist at all). Nor you nor I. I do not dance for your approval. I do not write for your judgement. I do not create for validation. It is for the pleasure of being witnessed. I was here. I was part of this….
Poem: I go to the sea
Where do you go, when you lose someone, You ask I go to the sea I whisper her name into the waves, and let the sea carry my love, the memories of things that never had a chance to happen, and the way she crinkled her eyes when she laughed, to distant shores so she…
Poem: A little bit more
A little bit more of you is like toast with butter and honey, A little bit more of you is like dappled sunlight through spring-green leaves, A little bit more of you is like the tang of salt and seaweed on the sea breeze, A little bit more of you is like freshly roasted coffee…
Poem: Hardcore self-love
I stand in front of the full length mirror, naked. I breathe in, deeply – the breath I’ve not allowed myself all day. I caress the swell of my belly, the rough cellulite on my butt and thighs, my hairy arms and legs. I trace each scar – seen and unseen, each memory. And I…
Poem: The recklessness of life
The recklessness of life, Its wild, flamboyant beauty, Startles her in the stillness. The wind, brazenly caressing the magnolia petals, The raw yet fragile power of small green shoots, Burrowing up through the earth – determined to live. A cat, lazily washing its face in the midday sun, A blue tit dancing coquettishly among the…
