Poetry: my brain’s core and a namesake

Scripted Daydreams   Eyelids left dusted by darkness, weighed down by the echoes of dreams in my head- she’d been writing a poem while I was asleep: I ask her to read it back to me, but I open my eyes and she’s gone.   Aching muscles want to stay cosy, the peace of my… Continue reading Poetry: my brain’s core and a namesake

Poetry: what my heart has to say

8 months   Some days it feels like you’ve never been gone. Closed eyes take me to yesterday and you are there your colours shining so brightly your laughter filling the room and the sound of my name called with a beaming smile filling my heart life bursting from you your energy radiant and inescapably… Continue reading Poetry: what my heart has to say

Poetry: modern culture and a story of corruption

Peaches   Untouched flesh Soft and gentle and yet to be bruised, like a ripening peach. She is not weak, but she is vulnerable.   The allure of the peaches they cannot escape- the creatures that come to corrupt. They sense it and quietly, slowly, they come, creep, multiply. Creeping they come to invade the… Continue reading Poetry: modern culture and a story of corruption