January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

One of the few gifts you gave me

Was a soft mantle made of cloud.


The colour of liars and thieves

Who never know gold when they hold it.

I had to learn to break from it

To hold gold myself.


December Boy

March 21, 2014 § 1 Comment

December Boy
There was so much to January Soul
That died off in February Fire
Weathered over by March Rain
Forbidden to bloom in April’s Spring
Avoiding capture by May Honey
And shelter in June Houses
To wither like July Moths
As fickle as August Sins
With September Footsteps
That pierce October Lies
No more will November Lips
Be December’s Mistletoe.

Checklist for Innocence

March 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

Crowned in bows
those cascading curls
and flirty skirts
delicate flowers
and a hint of shimmer
with a star around the neck
to reclaim happiness
from a time I am too strong for now.


March 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

You’ll be hurting me tonight
as I cut you from my world
no longer My Girl Friday
because we both deserve better
despite the potential for abuse
that lives in you
that I won’t let live in me
though we could have been friends
if there were something to be friends with
I’d still like to believe there was
at one point
before you tried to tattoo that purple
over the grey within you
I tried
and that must be my solace.

Daily Haiku – 3 February 2014

February 4, 2014 § Leave a comment

Dive nose-first
into the forest, oh young
salacious greenhorn.

Today I Told

June 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

I already knew you were going to ask the question.
You always do, don’t you?
Every time we meet it’s in your
How you want us to be like
you are with them.
Why you don’t understand I can’t
is understandable enough.
But today I told,
and brought us closer to your normal.

My Feet are Smaller than Yours

June 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

My feet are smaller than yours,
Fairy Feet, I like to think.
They fumble and bumble
and like to go backward.

My feet are smaller than yours,
and can only go so fast.
I have to run to keep up
when you thoughtlessly ask to play.

My feet are smaller than yours.
You think they’ve not gone far, I know.
Braving their first steps out of fairyland,
you look upon them kindly.

My feet are smaller than yours,
but that’s no way to measure a life.
Please don’t write me off
as just someone with small feet.

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