one alone remained. all supernatural bewilderment heavy enough for any dream. +++ Every morning for the past few days I’ve been making weird blackout poems. I’m doing this in one of the secondhand books I bought on the weekend. This is one from a couple of days ago.
Tyranny by Ishbel Veitch Oh, the thrust of Words, and their violent importunity – When the night is deep They pry their glow-worm lights under my eyelids And will not let me sleep. Oh, try and be gentle, Words, and do not torment me As you come in hordes, Using against the brain that seeks […]
this isn’t the one where you get to try things out before you do it for real. this isn’t the one where you deprive yourself because ‘you don’t deserve it’. it’s an open road, and it’s all yours. this is your home your heaven your haven. let it exhaust you elate you confound you, surprise […]
+++ put on some lip gloss and go to that dinner; don’t hesitate – breeze right past sowhatdoyoudo and into tellmewhatyoulove in between the canapés and the main course, after refilling the glasses, take a moment and really listen to what they’re saying in between all the words ignore the wax that’s dripping on the […]
one you can sing to the clouds one that knows what to surrender one to hum whilst you walk one to recite before bed one you shout from the rooftops one that can be used to moisturise your skin one you sweep under the corner of the rug one that got stuck to the bottom of your […]