The river finds a path to the seaRegardless of the turn of cloudsor the distance of the shore. Advertisements Continue reading NAPoWriMo #7 – Sea
We attempt to locate the cartographer,he holds the map to his ownco-ordinates, leave no tracethrough the lake. Bethan says she saw him at a call of crows,community can not decide how to write thisand so he remains lost. I heard the sound of himrunning past a streamthat wasn’t there when the maps were drawn,and so … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #5: In Search of the Cartographer
“A Ginger is just a girl who hasn’t had the fire fucked out of her yet” *Draft Response* Fight back Earthquake Richochet Heart sway to the beat of Celtic Hips and Pray you open bloodshot eyes to … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #4: The chat-up Line
Woman, come by the river to pray.Pull Damp ragCrimson tidefrom your teething jaw/rawand bathe. Feel the waterraise/riseit is purer after you pray. Hand to kneefeel the rip of earthclot/clod at the rootsof weeds and push/pull. The river will erode/corrodethe limitations of its banksand return to the sea. The illusion/stability of land will ceasebuilt upon chalk/drawnagainst … Continue reading NaPoWriMo #3: Pray, come.
Found Play cook peas Freezing taste near prayer. Brothers Conversation say Danger. Too late Tower block swallow Field mission, brave walking. Poor crawling always Found Cloud This will not run out This strange dark Highly present here. This poem was inspired by an exercise at #WordsFirst with BBC1Xtra at Contact MCR Continue reading NoPoWriMo #2: Found Poem
(…) In the back bedroom is a box China cracked and glued back together, Where my milk teeth sour. I held them in small hands, quickly too big and replaced the weight of them with Fairytales. I’d never tell you Just pull on loose teeth And find magic in the copper of blood The barbed … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Extract from ‘Small Hands’
Do you know how to fall in love with the soul of her? Continue reading Her Eyes…