In one breath A total and complete state change: Your life dropped inside mine As a pebble into still water. And in its ripples I know you I love you I am your Mother. In this hover space Suspended briefly In the place between two worlds After the Ego Before the lethargy Before the nausea,…

I had pushed my glasses onto the top of my head – holding my hair back. I reach up to steady them as I run for the train but they are not there. They are in my pocket, already taken off. It is only remembered sensation that I now wear – A tightness behind my…

This post Letting Go of Perfection was written for Linda Green’s fantastic book blog, Books of All Kinds, which you can visit (and I recommend you do!) here: http://booksofallkinds.weebly.com/ “My book, it’s perfect. It’s all there; it’s unsullied. But as soon as I start to write it, it just gets less and less perfect, and in the end I’ll have…

We are obsessed with endings. Borders. Edges.   The climax The conclusion Last words Break ups   “How does it end?” “I just needed some closure.” “The ending was a real let down.” “All’s well that ends well.”   We pick apart final scenes finish lines grand finales destinations deaths.   But we do not…

I was empty. A hole the same shape as I am cut into the room behind me like paper. It was filled with blue sky. Air. Wide open space. Nothing. Wind whistled through me. I had run dry. I closed my eyes. I inhaled. I exhaled. I coloured myself back in.

  Christmas at Sopers was Christmas. Your beautiful house, cold kitchen tiles and creaking doors.     I held canapés at your parties. I was the proudest Grandchild, standing in my best dress, falling in love with all your friends.     I learnt how to make vol au vents, the word ‘vermillion’, how to…

Happiness is that fading mortal light, Before the closing eyelid edge of earth Wipes sunset’s liquid fire-glow blank with night; A golden hour of hazy, rose-pink blurs. It rises through the tangled ivy sounds of cloudy, crowded conversation’s maze, as shifting, shapeless half-words, sense unfound; Emerging marbled meanings slyly sway. It drifts on fleeting, lucid-dreaming…

The shiver line stutters along a lunacy smile, Euphoria metabolised, climbs dizzy altitudes, with the soma summertime survivors of my kind, chemical thought eugenics. A hovering hummingbird ostanato beats ecstatic waveforms; disenchanted with organics. I am swinging pendulum. I am pushing lever.   My oscilloscope pulse rides the reward pathway trace, Chasing amplified, cessation transmission….

Bright, primary life-giver, vivid and violent. Metabolic diastole, transporting liquid instants. Lifeline of a Leviticus creature, scarlet serpentine silence Threads my magnetic field lines, concentric, constant. Circular regulator, energetic captivator. Medicinal metal of the new-world vampire. Distilled deliverer, oxygenated educator, Speeds through transparency with the gritted teeth of empire. Colourful, calendar exodus, shed as lunar…

Occasionally I trip over the shrapnel of a love concealed. My haunted frontline. Incandescent devices lace the minefield. I never dreamt that when I felt it, my heart would be my warhead. But these three words are charged and ready to explode. Tentative, long-grown, now well-prepared; free and easy truth in my head, At peril…

Sure-footed, self-sufficient island, In the clouded, unchangeable spots of your big-cat coat. Content with empty, free-fingered, breezy hand. Seeing all through your shadow ellipses eyes: remote. Confused sum of curative parts, Dedicated Rukai descendants dismember your biology to medicate. But, to my noisy, modern world, your detached heart Will fascinate, divide, enchant, and isolate. Arboreal,…

The disaster is an artist, drawing me in ragged lines of chalk, Rolling me up into a hollow and painting me a smile.   There has been a fall: the winter sky has seen my mind. It has turned my head inside out, and covered the world in fresh, white snow. My palette adulterate has…