Once our feet and hands were closely bound to the ocean, as if now a different life. In dark shades our silhouettes; the glitz of the city beyond. The past yet present around us. Hitherto the deep pools of your eyes, the land of verdant promises. Foreign are these skies with a blurry moon. DesultoryContinue reading “Coelacanth”
When away from wayward climes, I’ll turn my hands over and into the ocean these briefs, these white doves scrawled with lies. My heart will send them fluttering to their watery deaths. Guile will lose its primacy. Truth will be prized over diplomacy. And the compass of my soul will find safety in your harbour;Continue reading “Portia, after…”
It’s as if at seventeen I was washed up on the shore from those dark and lonely teenage years, no longer a boy but not yet a man. It was a beautiful and seductive new world, yet one strewn with the rotting lives of the newly afflicted; ground zero to a chemical epidemic. I wouldContinue reading
On this City block, The Whiff of home, Of Scented laundry. How Genially she stands there by the gate – A Soft soul. Maternal Memories she Exhumes. Of Warm hugs, and Silent nights. And prodigal Now my heart, No Now this Wall, is A cave Writ With the silent maelstrom of beauty destruction fear.
Farewell Supper outside at twilight…Blinding are the lights. And Now I’m tired, so here I beckon you inside. Sweet child: Come close my eyes. Let me no other joy ‘cept to be blessed by your palms.