We weave connections in human webs –
An invisible tangle of paths entwined,
As our fingers leave trails of human threads
Woven into a memoir of time.
Silence as a weapon – A poem
We blink silence back and forth,
Secrets beclouded by our eyes,
A tightrope tension between lips,
Or hearts, together we’re tongue-tied.
Falling into a cosmic sea – A poem
A slow pull into nothing,
They sink away into distant space,
And my arm goes with them
In a straining reach to draw them back.
But my arm only stretches and stretches
Into spaghetti linking shoulder to wrist.
Where the monsters live – A poem
Shadows here are plentiful and strange –
The dark has glowing eyes but no eyelids
(They never blink). Peculiar and estranged,
Here is a place where the monsters live.
Head in the clouds – A poem
Look at us, small people, small hands,
With brains bigger than the sky.
I couldn’t count the stars that span
The air, let alone in my mind’s eye.
With brains bigger than the sky,
Oscillating colours – ever change in
The air, let alone in my mind’s eye.
Lilac, gold, peach, and the day begins.
Soft & Sweet – A poem
The ripest peach, soft and sweet
Juice down your chin in a sticky streak-
The taste of summer, wonderful and warm.
But in a desperate, hungry gulp for more
The stone sends cracks through your teeth –
And tumbles down your throat’s hollow street.
Drunk on too much life – A poem
I have days lined up in bottles,
Hours pouring out the tap.
I fill glass after glass with minutes
And drink more time than can elapse.
