A journey through words
I fell asleep looking at a photograph of your face – your eyes like a slideshow of our lives. Together, we are not awkward like chalk against steel – the squeal of metal. Rather, our bodies are turn tables scratching at the grooves in each other’s skin – a symphony played by an orchestra of... Continue Reading →
Sorry is a flock of foul feathers sitting beneath my tongue. Sorry mom. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry I’m not strong. Sorry it’s been so long and I can’t bring myself to come home. Sorry I’m not ever coming home. Sorry. Sorry. I hope if I say sorry enough I might just fly away from... everything. Flight... Continue Reading →
Africa has rhythm running like goosebumps across her skin - a ripple rushing from brow to nipple to bare feet trampling the dust with a certainty that ancestors have bled into brown skin. Full bosom bouncing, bold breasts blessing mouths that will one day sing proud anthems. Africa is not starving like her children. Bore... Continue Reading →
Today I am grateful for: Books. Notebooks. Shops that sell notebooks. Coffee shops. Coffee that inspires writing. Coffee shops with people writing in notebooks. Background buzz of conversation. Conversations with friends. Friends. Milo. Friends that bring Milo when you're found crying on the floor. The coolness of tiles. Swimming pools. Water. Sunshine. Tanning. Reading while... Continue Reading →
Pieces I cannot piece, I have not peace, I cannot piece together pieces. Peace I can know, I have known, I can know now peace.
Imagine we were intrinsically good? Impossible, yes; but imagine. What our selfish nature wants blasts like raw rap through stereo phones straight into our hearts. Hard to block out that kind of vibration. When does our fight to change the rhythm get easier? When does our trudge to break the trance become a simple two-step? For the... Continue Reading →
I'm a fairly low-maintenance girl. It's really the little things that shake my world, make my day, assure me and give me hope. I feel like a child, a lot of the time - a child that's just discovered a box of buttons, but sees it as the most valuable thing in the world. ... Continue Reading →
The thing about poetry, is that it doesn't always have to make sense. The meaning is often found in the structure and the rhythm of words as it runs or falls or bounces or crashes from line to line. It's beautiful. The fifteenth prompt for the November PAD Challenge was this: Write a love poem.... Continue Reading →
You have my word 