Category: Poetry

Stay Fed

Don’t bite the hand that fixed the tire that held up the car that delivered the parcel that contained the gift that pleased the person who wrote the cheque that paid the fees which educated the lady who wrote the poem that inspired the entrepreneur who started the company that hired the woman who gave birth to you.

Soft Landings

(a prayer) “regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments” Shake it Off, Florence and the machine “Fallin’, dreamin’, talkin’ in your sleep I know you want to cry all night, all night Plottin’, schemin’, finding Reason to defend all of your violent nights” Violent crimes, Ye   And when we remember may we always be careful…

The space of desire is strange

What the space of desire, requires, inspires, within us within us is strange.   How the space we desire, the moves are required the people inspired – we’re strange.   How the strange, are required, they look, they desire, the space we require it’s strange.   How the space we desire, inspires within us the stranger, the danger, we’re safe.…

And the winds and the waves

And the wisps and whims of the wills and the ways and the weight of the whim which the whales sold the waves and the ways that the winds ride the waves.   Ride the waves   And the way that the winds wind and whip from the west and the whims of the wills wind and shape, grind and…

Nostalgia

I used to enjoy playing with words, twisting around nouns, stepping past verbs sprinkled with basil, thyme, sage – I wrote lyrical herbs.     I used to dance around alliteration, like a free Freddy, I’d forget the fucking frustration, like a tall tree, I’d taste the temptation, light up their eyes with knowledge, and savor the sensation.   It…

Remember

Remember the romantic. Remember that you had him once, deep inside you. Remember the hours you spent, honest in your search for truth. Remember that you once knew happiness. That before your feet grew weary, you knew how to dance. Remember the romantic. Remember walking down the street singing with whichever brothers you found by your side. Remember love. Remember…

Keep Dancing

I would like to propose a metaphor. Let’s assume that you exist. Not only that you exist but that your existence is consequential. That your actions will actually have an impact on the world. Now, let’s build on this assumption and say that you exist within a given context. And that the world around you took as much part in…

Travel On

You owe your freedom to yourself. This is not a rallying call. A call to fight against or to challenge. Rather it is a call to question. Identify your freedoms and pursue them. Work towards something rather that away from it. Work at a deliberate pace, always being cautious of your fellow labourer – they too have their struggle. Find…

Menediction

This one, then is for the men who destroyed themselves that others might live. I write for my father, the saxman and my uncle, the painter. For the men who let their bodies be the bridge between the past and the future. Who remained firm, refused to break – broke anyway. For the misplaced aggression, for the protection, for the…