A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

poetry

  • Part III: Transpire

    Your hand takes my keys from my pocket, and I’m grateful. I wouldn’t let me drive…

  • Part II: Perceive

    There are so many excuses I could give you, when you ask why I am staring…

  • Part I: Imagine

    You kiss me in my overactive imagination and the frisson of desire ignites my lips cascades…

  • I asked myself out

    Would you let me take you out? I thought maybe I could buy you a coffee…

  • Dark

    There are days the sunlight streams in my window to wake me, and yet, I cannot…

  • Honey & Anxiety

    I want to be intimate with you. I’m not referring to a physical proximity, but to…

  • Literally

    She said autistics are known for taking everything literally. I suppressed the temptation to pick up…

  • Mental State Examination: Of Tangents and Garlic

    As I got up to leave himand thanked him for his time,he asked me for a…

  • Sorry

    I was going to say I owe you an apology, but that sounds as though it…

  • Just a thought

    I had a thought, just a thought. It was not, in fact, a fact.  But this…

  • What is this feeling?

    It begins as a burning sensation under my cheeks, behind my eyes.  Scarlet flush. I feel…

  • In honour of Mr T

    We lose a piece of our hearts when we lose someone we love, but that was…

  • Confession

    Where there is  imperfection, humanity, guilt even, what is needed is  love, compassion, patience, understanding, but…

  • Dear Mum

    I cannot think of a moment in my life  when I did not love you. More…

  • Shame, Blame, Imposter Syndrome & RSD

    I hesitate,  the truth tastes  weird  upon my tongue. I’d waited  for this moment, but now…