Pain
“She couldn’t blame God. A God that exists does not take your entire family in one hit, no matter what his divine plan” Boxing day 2004 and I’m watching the ocean swell and devour the beaches of southern Thailand and…
BJ Tunstall
Nothings shocking
Electricity was crackling from Perry Farrell’s eyelids but all the old Jane fans could muster was a foot tap. Jane’s Addiction very kindly came to Brixton in 2014 and did their album Nothing’s Shocking back to back. It was packed…
Cheese
I can’t help but think of children using toys to convey repressed trauma. If you try and make more cheese from less cheese the holes in your plan will soon become obvious, Emmental even. Like everything cheese is a finite…
Invisible
“With the help of her therapist, she’s learning to chant “step forward” to physically propel her into a more central place in the conversation” Joan suffers from feelings of invisibility. Or another way of saying it, Joan is invisible. She…
Eyes over eggs over easy
“Poaching eggs is time consuming. Antonietta knows this which is why she orders her eggs poached. Measuring her devotion” Eating with Antonietta is a front row seat to some understated and therefore overstated facial expressions. Eyes downcast, to make a…
Just desserts
“Beside the bed he saw a photo. He felt a quick rush of adrenalin as he tiptoed toward it” Reece decided it was a good idea to invite the Gilligans over to meet his parents. On paper the Gilligans were…
January before I leave
I can’t see my beauty for the blinding whack of yours I can’t hear my voice for the thunderous purr of yours I can’t see anything but you on my sheets We’ve got the same blood fella It rocketed through…
Ode to smack
Crushing razors To a silver paste Suck it up Slide Thud Shudder Purr Back to numb Returning home No longer sore No longer raw No shore No end To this sawing Carpet ride God the beauty The beauty god? Is…
Boy
Boy Waking Eyelashes Stroke my chest I know he breathes Leaving His waving Hacks and strokes my roots I know he’ll be a house again Bold and reaching for his place A yard again Lantana tangling like our history
Something died
Something died between us last night A spark that once flickered turned to dust It was Good Friday too and we hardly noticed the loss of what was once just ours and what is now every tale of missed passion Our…