for so long i had felt caught in the quagmire a trackpad that had lost its touch unfeeling of the pressures or the rhythms of outside encased in plastic shell quivering there was no irruption or flash of light, no turning point that turned on me just the slow quiet the dawn lit by my […]Read more "24th May, Creative Writing Ink Prompt"
No alarms, no alarms No more juddering starts Sweat-slick shocks Softened by dawn’s light No starts, no starts Brain fuzz nestles in Over last night’s One-too-many No more, no more Seeking spires or Taking a punt on The city’s offerings And now, and now A few steps to go Hours collapse in A poorly built […]Read more "Moving on // moving along"
Where do you go when you go? When breathing trips up on the carpet corner And the clip-clop flicker in your eyes Lets itself out of the front door. What thoughts are these? Whose locked horns pull your cheeks Ever-tighter. Fine lines and – Sidelined. Which fears guide that current? Coursing through unsteady hands A […]Read more "When You Go"
“I bit the hand that fed me, there was blood and blueberries on the bed sheets” “I need you to stay on th-” He curled himself around the fire escape Once, twice, metal Clattered, warmed by breath The telephone a requisite interruption Momentarily providing enough space between you, knock-kneed, skin grazed by teeth, and Him, […]Read more "Hello Operator"
It was all foreign hands in familiar places and watching window panes, anticipating the creak of the second stair to the left Our black hair dusted with talc holding out for the rattle of the stopped clock on the dresser Back then, dead hands wrote pale letters and I felt numbness creak in the back of […]Read more "Motel Blues"
The creaking chair momentarily Kissed our velvet moon And kindled itself Amongst burnished letters Churning out a flame-fuelled song You squinted at all that which burned As though its whispered call Had brushed its smoke-tinged fingers Against your reddening cheek As though it dragged you away From the site of fading memories Taking you back […]Read more "Bonfire"
I left a trace of you In each part of the city That you’d never seen Face flushed, I ached to dig you Out from under my skin Your mirth coloured concrete The feel of your skin dissolved Into neon signs and the burnt colours I had felt, defaced run-down bus shelters Each memory of […]Read more "Ardour"