Sometimes words flutter against my consciousness, Barely coaxing a response in a fleeting manner Gently saying ‘Write me down, dear’ Others times they resound screeching and jagged Full of discord while beating savagely against my head Until the only peace to be found is to begin the story. While the characters finish the pace in an almost violent extraction Threatening with a ‘Finish me or I won’t shut up’ Sometimes it’s...

Kooky quasi–serious conversations That amused look between good friends Where words aren’t needed The quirk of a brow The half grin secretly sitting on the corner of your mouth It takes one line of absurd ridiculousness Hilarity ensues chaotically The giggles becoming guffaws As tummies tighten and heave With shared laughter Tears spill out joyfully As our breathing gets harder As we can barely get out words Just a few he...

You hear my words  But don’t get the meaning You hear my jokes  But don’t understand them You see the surface because I allow you to see  Never scratching below the layers of me I sit and silently watch  Without being observed My earphones in  Apparently absorbed in my world I see... I watch all the time because  I can tell by watching if you are evil, good or worth knowing

Dear Friend or family member, I’d like to thank you for the invitation to your wedding but if I hear Corinthians 13 one more time I think I’ll scream Yes, Love is patient and kind blah blah blah and does not envy and boast blah blah But I have to disagree, Love is sometimes impatient and full of envy.Remember when we fought because I got that raise and you hadn’t had one for three years…Oh it was under the pretext of some...

‘It’s time’ I said ‘to write me another rhyme’ and nagging doubt set in and I thought( Stop rolling your eyes - I do that, sometimes) It’s been so long, the voices chiming to get out have stilled. Or are they merely muted?  Or on holiday somewhere hot?(the bastards) While I work my ass off on this over populated island This creativity of mine comes and goes Slinking in and out of my consciousness, unfaithful as a cat (and...

I never do a preface to my work but I wrote this a long time ago. I was extremely angry,heartbroken and betrayed by a lover. Looking back I don't feel the same toxicity but it is still a poem that reflects that turbulant part of my life. Dear (Insert your name here)Your subversive cowardice astounds me Daring accusations from you paint me as settling When you settle, your life littered with empty conquests You’re as trans...

I long for solitude, perhaps in a quiet room far away Apart from this noise, modern life so loud A mobile conversation jarringly obtrusive Music player set louder, Drowning out your shouted replies A child kicks my chair on this train Railing and screaming, hauling me back into this worldI long for momentary deafness Buffering my soul, against this constant clamour A businessman jabbers to his colleague Overheard, it’s no...

I search for something but am blinded by the reflective haze of life’s superficialityTrying to unshackle myself of fear I had hoped to reach Nirvana with unconstrained honest spiritualitySeeking contentment yet it teases and slips beyond my grasp and eludes me infuriatinglyI want to accept the pastas a lesson, uproot the emotional weeds yet they cling vine like and seem like such an integral part of meThe intangible truth...

This small forgotten bar in the middle of the city The girl sits behind the piano No one pays her any mind except meHer smile a slash of sadnessShe plays her first chord And from nowhere this jazz sound emergesShe should be playing in concerts Her fingers caress the ivory keys She coaxes brilliance out of the tired old piano in the cornerAnd she sings of heartache and beauty She bares her soul so personally it makes me wa...

And you thrummed you fingers into my life. I felt these defences lower Like a retreat called in BattleAnd you made this heart beat, Beloved. When it had refused for years It creaked, groaned and broke asunderAnd so I began to feel slowly. I flailed and stumbled Within the murkiness of feelingsAnd then I began to write, Beloved. Of feelings, of colours With emotion and passionI dug within myself honestly. Exposed the uglin...

As I sat down at my desk to write. I heard a knocking on my door. Without a ‘hello’ literary devices, language ,words and other assorted poetic elements came through my door. And Rhyme said first ‘Poet, we’ve been having a debate about what makes a poem, you know…Great’ Words said boorishly ‘Without us you wouldn’t have poetry’ ‘Rubbish’ Stanza replied out loud ‘All words have to be ordered to make sense unless you’re Yod...

“Holy shit!” Mac exclaimed, his mouth hanging open. I stalked out sexily. I had practised for a few hours to try to walk in my new strappy black slutellos (my new word for slutty stilettos). I looked damned good. Sherry and I had spent two hours of shopping and bickering over everything. There had been a lot of pouting (me), a lot of tutting disapprovingly (Sherry), a few ‘I’m fucking walking here’ (me again), a big show...

Did I ever tell you how much I adore your mind, dear friend? A shard of cutting brilliance and delight It inspires me to be more than I am A dance between the two of us – one leading then the other Not a waltz, more a Charleston Maybe modern dance, perhaps?Did I ever tell you how much I adore your heart, my mother? Full of compassion and caring It inspires me to be more like you Look how you took us all on, even my cousin...

21/06/2011 – London“What do you mean you QUIT your job?” Julia shouted at me. My sister was trying to mother me. However it was hard to take the ‘mom’ routine seriously when she was only two years older than me. This reversal in our sibling dynamic was hard to swallow too. She was a lot more emotionally childish than me. And then I exhaled a deep tuft of air.“I’m not happy, Jules. I don’t have any kind of social life and...

The purple pansies peer quixotically at me from their flower bedAn earthworm attempts to ignore my churning trowelToo close, a shudder with a side order of shriekDigging in my lovely little sunny gardenA bumble bee flits and flirts buzzily near my headWith a 'Huzzah huzzey, begone' I wield my garden fork ferociouslyI decimate the encroaching weed hordeFrom my lovely little sunny gardenThe conifers quiver curiously at my g...