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My grandmother’s kitchen

I hear the sounds of grandmother’s kitchenBefore I even smell the aromas she createsI walk on in between thin wooden door framesThe floor of sand from the South China SeaCushions the soles of my broad flip flop feet Chickens, ducks, maybe a cat or twoRun free pecking, clucking, mewing tooThe chaos of animal chatter harmoniseWithContinue reading “My grandmother’s kitchen”

Push the window latch

Push the latchCrack the bedroom windowSplit it open just a little bit Can you seeA rattan chair my mother gave meWhere I sit and rock dreamsWrite adventures I haven’t been onSpin stories no one reads I’d always wanted white paintedWooden windowsThe kind with chocolate bar panesThrough which I see the world in frames Grey curtainsContinue reading “Push the window latch”

Within the light

“Rising from the past, my shadow is running in silence to meet me” – Anna Akhmatova I lost myselfTravelling inwardsOn that journeyAge prescribes Now I’m olderI pack a lot lighterThen my younger selfKnew how The tunnel humsA hollow tuneCalling and keeping time Within its yellow vortexA portal revealed itselfNothing was lostJust quiet for a littleContinue reading “Within the light”

snow groomers

beneath the ache you feel for a distant memory the hormone of darkness brings you sleep of night shifts and snow groomers dancing across the universe of a velvet sky trimmed with a chaotic terrain where the sun sculpts the ice on the equatorial line passing through the furthest reach of your consciousness you countContinue reading “snow groomers”

in the soft shallow

Evoke the forms. Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them. – The Road – Cormack McCarthy In the soft shallow of a place where you once dreamed of rivers that ran from cracks that spilled over your skin every night the water he offers you sustains. His warmthContinue reading “in the soft shallow”

weightless

I am Liquid boneSieved through timeStrained against a lifeOf rivers flowingAnd ending in seas I am flesh torn and rubbed rawA collection of imprintsUnraveling like blue tattoosAcross pale moonlit skin I am the covering of allAnd of nothing, bonelessInappropriately mentionedSour on your tongue I am parts, a discardDisembodied but fullFollowing no rulesI pattern at willContinue reading “weightless”

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