We go around in neatly folded packages. Work-shaped, mall-shaped, party-shaped. Sufficiently malleable to fit into each slot. Still wrapped when we get home. (Often tightly). Tightly taped and parent-shaped for the kids. Ribbon-tied and bug eyed for the spouse. Always gifted But never unwrapped. What if one string were slowly pulled from the top To … Read more
Tumbleweed buries into her deepest consciousness Strangling all sweet serenity with a sneering sadism Penetrating all parts that were portals to the hearts of others And infusing them with a melancholic madness The vines coil round, constricting ideas and thoughts Suffocating simmering suggestions of surrender Savaging Humour as though it were a lamb Gambolling carelessly … Read more
Dredged up from all the grime and grease Reminders of a life at peace The shadow falls; a spark appears The two converge amongst the fears No truth is more pronounced or bold Than stories of a life untold In patterns old and safe surrounds All hidden from the vital sounds For under soft and … Read more
Self-destructive patterns. They creep up on us like some familiar shadow, egging us on to find that security in the dark clutches of self denial, facilitating our swift escape from wholeness like some fly-by-night lover. They are a most eager companion when we are willing to leave our selves because to simply be in our … Read more