Poetry: Betting On

For Flick, who loves sticking tubes down people’s throats a little too much in my humble opinion. The thrum of an engine between your legs pulling you along the highway of life must feel As though it is carrying you an eternity away from where you came And the hunger in your eyes I see…

Poetry: Caterpillar

I haven’t written one of these in a while…wonder if I’ve lost the touch? I never thought I’d ever run out of things to say But the words are getting harder and harder to write Maybe I’m just bored I needed a challenge I needed to conquer But then again what’s life without the joy…

Poetry: Bright Fluorescent Sky

To heal the sick is a noble profession, but being sick yourself and on the other side of all that nobility – it is isolating. I recently needed a surgery, and there was this really strange in-between of watching the doctors sometimes forget I was a patient and sometimes forget I was almost one of…

Poetry: Ice Queen

I think that it’s such a shame that women are often revered and adored for their ability to keep quiet. Modesty, humility, chastity are all codewords if you ask me. They speak still to that cultural desire for a woman who is silent and who knows her place. Oddly, the more you know your place…

Poetry: Walk Down These Roads

It’s been a little while since I felt like writing. I suppose that’s the thing with artistic inspiration, it’s a bit capricious at the best of times and abandons you entirely if you’re not paying enough attention. But like all good things, even a dry spell must eventually come to an end. When I walk…

Poetry: Sic Semper

Thus always to tyrants I scream madly into the dark You too you too stabbed a dagger deep into my heart And underneath the glowing lights and halls of whitewashed power A sneaky snake a sneaky snake of certain angry glower Beware the ides of March it isn’t safe for you out there I summon…

Poetry: Flying On The Thunder

For Victory x There is a kind of dance we know how to do A dazzling display of movement just for me and you Your feet went up as my hair tumbled down You raised me high to see my ghostly crown A halo rich in celestial motion as my eyes close Barely you held…

Poetry: Paint It

Blending my love into vibrant colours I am awash with the bright contrasts Of pink and red and yellow and green A kaleidoscope of mixed medium feelings My heart explodes with the riot of it all How can I have so many flavours and Why don’t I want to settle into only one I suppose…