I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend
I wish I had told you how beautiful I thought your garden was, and though I was quick to thank you for the garlic and the sweet rosemary your boys brought to me, I never told you how lovely you were when I watched you levelling the soil and pulling the weeds next door. There … Continue reading The Neighbour
For my starbrother, Matthew D. Eayre The Postman I don’t even know where to start, ideally it would be sometime after the end of the thing that never had the chance to begin anyway, at least not in this life. It’s a funny thing, to write a letter to someone I have never written a … Continue reading The Postman
I’m in awe of this man. What an extraordinarily powerful piece, still picking my mouth up off the floor.
How many canes can one observe without finally exploding?
He walks with a cane and smells like a mouse.
He has food caked on his sleeves.
There are stains on his cuffs. He smells of urine and old socks.
His wife attacks him; she berates him.
The old man will die of emphysema.
My mother promised to leave. “Why would you go to his funeral?”
She didn’t want a priest or a minister, she wanted show girls and fireworks.
She wanted to humiliate him. She ended up disgracing herself.
She’s glad he’s dead. Glad he’s gone. “Hallelujah.”
He begs not be resuscitated, but she forgets.
He wants to die in peace, why not?
She is asked but is silent. The paramedics smash out his teeth
and jam a pipe down his throat. He lives for days.
He keeps a lock on the door of the den. He runs in there…
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Oh Stephanie! *Swooon*
I want the version of you still unguarded, before life ripped in with its clenched fists and jaw unhinged, before it bit in trying to lick new wounds from the other side of your innocence, flipped over and planted dirty.
Show me your eyes before the burial that choked your throat with seeds you never knew could grow on the soft part of your voice like a whisper blooming into a scream you hoped would die in the casket with you.
Stand up and step out of the skin that grew filthy from the war brought to your face by an enemy you had no choice but to welcome because the blood runs thick to thin sometimes until it empties clear when the battle is over.
Resurrect your own name as though you are digging up your truth before you became a story told by someone with blood on their…
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Have I offended you enough? Is today the day when you will type your pedantic verses on the not quite organic paper you were lucky enough to find, buried under last year’s lonely hearts Valentine card stock in a flash Friday two for one sale at Chrissy’s Cuts and dollar bargain free-for-all? Have I offended … Continue reading Have I Offended You?
I was thrilled when the brilliant Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless asked me to read and review an advanced copy of her debut collection, 'Composition of a Woman', and let me tell you guys, you are going to want to mark your calendars for its July 31st release date! This book is fire, unbridled, … Continue reading Book Review – Composition of a Woman – by Christine Ray