January 2024 – A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I gaslight myself because you’re too polite to do it

They are fragile yet heavy, these broken pieces of me, and I hold them gently, here,…

Scintillating. Shimmering. Sparkling. I am not deserving of this incandescent Starlight, this glimmering beauty that pierces…

The heart calls out to kindred spirits, and I knowwhy you love the moon. You share…

Grasping. Reaching into the corners of my mind, my memories; clutching at straws. I am…

Boundaries erected and I know they’ll be respected but that doesn’t change the feelings deep inside.…

A lot of the time, I post poems as I write them or a few days…

Forgive me if I overstepped the mark, too forwardly expressing what I fear; scared I was…

I never planned to tell you how I feel. I didn’t want to wake up from…

A local decrease in entropy is the only thing that could explain the coincidence. I got…

I’m smiling for the umpteenth time today, I catch my breath because I realise why; I…

“Parched glissando of moonlight” may be the inspiration to break the drought. I had searched within…

Not everything that feels good is balm for the soul and soothes the heart. Believe me,…

heavy crimson liquidcoats my throatbrings me no reliefI would have acceptedpleasure or paralysisinsteadthe pit deepensand I…

A work in progress: still I see mostly fault lines and flaws, but you teach me,…