Conjuring You in Daylight I lit up in remembrancewhen you called out.How foreignly familiarthe sound of one’s own namewhen spoken by another –it leapt through your mouthas a linguistic curve-ball. Once, you turned bedfellows with skateboards into Gods,wrapped in musky sheets –still damp with night’s balmand stale ginger wine. A sleazy mannequinstood vigil – loneContinue reading “Conjuring You in Daylight”
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Writers Group Theme: Currying Favour
Writers Group Theme: Currying Favour(A Bitter & Twisted Writer’s Dream Theme) It’s not in my DNA;fawning over gatekeeperswith gift wrapped cupcakes,or doting on editorsin honey voiced platitudesat a publishing house soirée.It’s lame – a step awayfrom hip replacement surgery. Far better to curry flavours;sautee onion & cheeky spiceswith virgin oils – rustle upa tomato orContinue reading “Writers Group Theme: Currying Favour”
Plucking Petals
Plucking Petals Tell us what time it iscalls out somebody in thecrowd, in between versesof summertime reimaginedin evening’s light at Newport. And lately isn’t everyonetrying to tell us what timeit is—tugging away at thenight shutters—droolingover glass with index fingeror smashing away at starswhile piping up with boththumbs in the comments. I’ve always known whattime itContinue reading “Plucking Petals”
Visions of Orion Poetry 