Friday, 28 May 2010

My Kind of Beast


Yes, yes I do.

 dance away 
sweaty rivulets,
the water of this place.
in their music we are


Sunday, 23 May 2010


it felt like he cared

Saturday, 22 May 2010


what a powerful thing

C. it's you now. it happened.
don't leave.
it will show
i do care.

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Thursday, 13 May 2010

near the library doors

"he doesn't like love stories"

. . . that is not what this is.

the book is heavy as i carry it home.


So Much Happiness

By Naomi Shihab Nye

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.

i am dedicating this to A.S.
i love you girl.
may we always be as carefree, loving and free as we were that day on the beach.

Monday, 10 May 2010


in Times New Roman, font size 12
in brackets, a stage note

in messy hand, crumpled paper
meaning, veiled, longing
fingers, as they harmonize

eyes, oh
rehearsed knee, nudges yours
trembling, fingers round your ribcage

( we -the actors- sculpt our realities from the palpable product of your imagination)

Sunday, 9 May 2010


i no longer know 

how to sit still

Monday, 3 May 2010

the distance of time

within the timezone
of the mushroom girl
i am left  -mapless-

within the timewarp
of the carbon emission
i am left  -lifeless-

within the timelaps
of our separation
i am left  -dreaming-

within the timecapsule
of our bodies
i am left  -hungering-

within the timepiece
of our society
i am left  -bedraggled-

within the distance
of time
i am contained.