Poetry | Stories | Photography
Above mindless human interactions,
you think of all the black and white pictures;
there is always something to remind you.
Free from the judgement of your family,
you can sit and think without anger or sorrow;
something will always be there to remind you.
Above human interaction and the love you crave,
you find a friend to tell you stories of the forest;
you long for something there to remind you.
In the end, we sit on a hill looking towards the sea.
There are no waves, and the air has a strange taste.
The trees whisper a dying plea, yet we do not have the strength to go on.
With a manic urgency, you say, “Give me your innermost confession so my soul may remember.”
I embrace you and say, “I’ve never liked endings, and I feel too much. Yet I cannot think of another way to spend my last day”.
A world envisioned within a bottle of sand
Rainbow-coloured architecture beautifies a sullen sorry land
Trees love the way bright paint makes them feel
Cats and dogs strut their stuff along the spectacle street
A colourful world of make-believe in a broken world
When he saw the woman in the window, it was as if his affair with food came upon him all at once.
Gazing upon her form was like getting slapped in the face with an overture of Salami, Prosciutto, Gouda, and Gherkins.
Full of love, he wonders if he is a giant cracker.
Snow moves like mountain ash,
yet we look up too late.
Who will save us now?
Fate takes the snow,
makes it fall differently,
and we are whole.
We continue to move.
There is only death and decay
to leave behind
since the great war of 2046.
We all live
in many states of
becoming fragile.
On a day
like any other day,
we venture into the sun.
Her gardens,
they live well,
for they know the seasons.
Money bears
lost in our ways
as we trample the land.
Then,
a Willy Wag Tail dances for us,
and we are different.
morning routines to fight the aging
trawling through the fashionista waves
walking awkwardly in gusts of wind
dealing with amateur vagina whisperers
working and doing important things
evening meals, cleaning and dreaming
being a woman of modernity
feeling minuscule
ignored by the loud giants
moving wild splashed wings
dancing in melted ice cream
the ladybug has a laugh
old school and mellow
summertime sadness feelings
in white lace getup
Plush flowers of her bloom in her garden
Purple and indigo shades move in the air
Birds chirp and talk of Amore and kisses
Bees buzz and race to find the best buds
Swiftly dancing to a tune of uplifting sorrows
Sweetly moving in time to the sway of flowers
C & K 