Journey. A Haiku. Our journey begins: gentle solicitous touch. Now, scream together. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. What, you knew? Fair enough. Cheers Steve 🙂 The All or the Nothing is my first … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Journey’. A haiku.
In the setting sun, a hazy miasma of watercolours spilled, an adventitious mix of variegated textures and tones. With every highlight and every shifting coruscation, I think of you. This miracle horizon cannot compare. The All or the Nothing is … Continue reading Horizon. A poem.
Believe in love. Believe so ardently that your heart burns from the pain of longing, loss and subtle expectation, a flame that reduces you to dying embers at the thought of that special other. This aching lamentation is for the … Continue reading Believe in Love. A poem.
Hand in mine, you lead me far from dark entwined. For certain death does this … Continue reading Hand. A poem.
At this juncture, decisions made: A change of season, a chance parade. At this juncture of no return, no looking back at bridges burned. At this juncture, we’re laid to rest in hallowed ground, without contest. At this juncture, the … Continue reading Juncture. A poem.
I remember my father, as he is now and then, anchored to that fading chair with fading hairline and fading eyes, the absence of smoke from unfiltered cigarettes, not so heavy in the air. Less the cough from tar-filled lungs … Continue reading Father. A poem.
I’m off on a tangent, tangentially related to this relationship that doesn’t exist but continually insists betwixt was and is and not that it could and should and would be something worth waiting for, despite the frustration and inevitable fall, … Continue reading Tangent. A poem.
I haven’t written a flash fiction for a while. Here’s my poor attempt at romantic fiction. Cheers Steve 😊 I was ensconced in the bush, its leaves and branches irritating and scratching my face. Completely hidden, I craned my neck … Continue reading The Not-So-Burning Bush. A short tale.
HEre I am REckLEss when you’re ARound. Should I STay Should I GO Should I CHance the EBb and FLow A MOment’s INdecision And I’m CAught up in YOur SHow ONce again I’m REckLEss BUt I’ve noWHere else to GO … Continue reading REckLEss. A poem.
Sweat and toil and creaking springs, grasping fingers and the scent of hallowed limbs. Perfect and imperfect rhythms in motion, bestial howls and fire and tender susurration, collated in the half-light of a muted TV. From this vantage point we survey the hedonic … Continue reading Half-light. A poem.
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Random musings and the explicit constancy of touch, a quickening cadence strafing the scene like machine gun fire. This beckoning equivalent, captured in steamy windows and whispered expectations. Here on this unsubtle backseat, fertile new world exploration begins and ends. … Continue reading Backseat. A poem.
She does not and will never know me. She will never read between my lines. She will never walk the halls of my history. She will never cry a tear for me. But I have known her. In the briefest … Continue reading Unknown. A poem.
Flick left, swipe right. A pallid, Saturday night police line up of unambiguity, measured by nervous fingertip and amygdala. A feature-filled array of fatuous smiles and narcissistic natures, whereby motherly and mad skip hand-in-hand with the otherworldly and overwrought. Consider … Continue reading Tinder Time. A poem.
Whorls of heat haze fumigate the air, an ocean of dark and broiling depths mirroring a bleak and surly heart. Your lidless eye reflects the scorn, a barely bitter taste that lingers like cyanide clarity on the tongue. Oracle of … Continue reading Morning Coffee. A Poem.
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