In a Year’s Work.

Wow, I’ve really been AWOL, M.I.A., GONE, for a whole year. I need to let that sink in for a while. Ok, honestly, I missed writing so much, but life got in the way. For a year? You ask. Yes, for a whole year. But here’s a life update for any one of you that…

Before The World Soils Her…

Snow baptises the winter baby, the chalky-white of her gown; an inanimte duplicate of a colourless, unpigmented heart    

cuts (and bruises?)

“make a careful incision” with a blade blunt enough to burn but sharp enough to lacerate your razor-edged tongue

He(art)ist

Tears imprinted on my heart A piece of art done with professional hands And while anon paints away I’m told to keep smiling “Don’t move” “I don’t want to make a mistake” Silly Doesn’t this artist know I’m already made of clay?

Misunderstood Happiness

Blown away like leaves with comical faces sketched on them By words that made me cry Tears of joy I swam in for fun//  such unknown happiness Made people say a little prayer for me Forever and ever