Changing Seasons In a city where every day is a miserable December evening she makes me feel like July.She does to me what summer does to trees dresses my branches in life and colour, andholds my proud roots firmly into the ground. She’s the hot chocolate to my crisp autumn morning, our fingers entwined inside… Continue reading Changing Seasons
Full Moon July 31st, 2002 Today I looked at the white hammock by the bay window in my bedroom, for the first time in 6 months. You named it the ‘half-moon’ when we were kids, before you discovered the word Crescent and vowed to name your first-born child the same. Do you remember? The endless… Continue reading Full Moon
This Tiny Town This tiny townis a thousand tiny towns. It is culture dominated neighbourhoods, and neighbours sharing thousands of cultures. It’s poverty, and petty crimeand dangerous.It’s mass produced children trying to be big,bigger than this tiny town.
Memory Box Some of my earliest memories are memories with you,how you would bring me along to pick up Rita from school.I remember how it would take my whole fist just to holdon to one of your fingers, your hands were that big. When I was six years old I went on a school trip… Continue reading Memory Box
A shot of tequila You are the shot of tequila thatI know I will regret tomorrow but still, recklessly I throw salt onto my wounded soul pour you down my throat, into my bloodstream, and take your lips in mine, as if my life depends on it. As if they are a slice of lemon.