Hand in hand, across a billion pebbled seeds. A heat frisson murmuring beneath our feet. Foaming cerulean paints the shore in shadow, while white light turns supple skin scarlet and melts concerns away. For more of my poetry, check out … Continue reading Beach Birthday. A poem.
I am found: tears and fears and blind, wandering far from the font of my regrets. The nurtured pain in me enshrined, to forgive and finally to forget. The prisons in which we held ourselves have run their long and … Continue reading You and I. A sonnet.
Countries that whitewash their history will always repeat their mistakes. What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Whitewash. A haiku.
There’s a hush across the savannah Blinking eyes raised to the dawn As I find my balance for the day My first steps are always awkward Morning coffee jumpstarts my brain Some cereal, milk and platitudes Pick up my guitar … Continue reading Just Another Day. A poem.
I thought that you would let me be But here you come, rapaciously Slicing me up from inside out Filling my head with irksome doubt Your inky fingers in my dreams Painting landscapes and charcoal scenes A bottomless parade of … Continue reading My Depression. A poem.
The divide that’s grown between has widened over time— the subtle, well-toiled furrow, now a rift, of deep decline. When did this passionate divide become more like a gulf? And when did our discussions become a chore, less worthy of? … Continue reading The Divide. A poem.
Love is far too small a word to express all the things I need and want and say and believe and feel and do when I’m with you. But then maybe that’s the point. For more of my poetry, check … Continue reading Too Small A Word. A poem.
Not beaten or blighted, wracked with loss or pain, I stand before you in judgement, my purpose, as yet, undecided. You have my submission, having bowed to your requests, but not for reasons you suspect, or to prevent ongoing friction. … Continue reading Submission. A poem.
The meat is the thing A burger existence That never led to much I have tasted gristle And found it wanting Perhaps this time I will find the iron That will make the man And change the way I feel … Continue reading Wagyu heuristics. A poem.
My fealty to you remains unchallenged by stray thoughts, unlike alley cats on the prowl, sidling and voracious, with impropriety in mind. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first book, available at most … Continue reading Fealty. A poem.
I’ve been lost many times before Each time I wandered out your door Full of ample needs and wants, for sure Unaware of the trials I had, in store I was lost sometime, just like before Last time I thought … Continue reading Lost Before Last. A poem.
I trusted you to pay the bills, until I received those pointed calls; found them hidden, of course, in out of the way places, away from prying eyes and your surreptitious faces. I listened to the constant stream Of lies … Continue reading Trust-less Daze (Gambling Daze, part 4). A poem.
She liked responsibility— it gave her credibility, a way to cover erstwhile tracks, unpaid bills and missing goods; her lies falling on naive ears, infallible fallibility. The pawnshop, her best friend (other than the pokies, that is), until she learned … Continue reading Truth-less Daze (Gambling Daze, part 3). A poem.
I remember carrying my son Two months old and sleeping Into wayward pubs and clubs In search of a wayward mother Bewitched by poker machines And the scent of an easy win. I remember the humiliation Of asking doormen and … Continue reading Wayward Daze (Gambling Daze, part 2). A poem.
She played the pokies in her day, her singular gaze unflinching and intractably admiring. The stars and bells, her friends; a gentle, constant riot of affection and affectation, pleading to stay and coaxing her with opium overtures of digitised ecstasy. … Continue reading Poker Machine Daze (Gambling Daze, part 1). A poem.
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