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”

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”

the music tree

So deep inside the Forest tolda story much too sad for lightGrief grew lush within the ColdMusic kept those secrets tight Earth pitched its icicles greenwhen Melody met the tune,the hum the moss that grewacross a wide gaping wound Solitary confine me, I refuse to lookStay within my prison be, alone here in this bookWordsContinue reading “the music tree”

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