Riot Gurrl
Vignettes and schizophrenic sketches of an ill-used imagination...
Saturday, May 6, 2023
Asleep, not dreaming
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Roses For You
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Trouble
Thursday, March 7, 2019
Not Today
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
The Clearing in My Mind
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Juxtaposition
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
On Love
Being in love
Is like
Letting a bunch of 3 year olds play with or near an electric fence
Letting a thief into your country's Fort Knox
Letting a serial killer into the room that your heart box is kept
Friday, April 1, 2016
Detailing
I have so much love
For the ones beautiful without trying
Passion that fills up the room
Enthusiasm lighting the corners of eyes
Wrinkles that don't apologise
Which are really, really old smile lines
Pressed in place by a lifetime of laughter
Despite the thorns
Neglecting to mention the hard times
Faces that talk without speaking
Eyes whispering secrets
Hands with stories to tell
Old scars like trophies
And the way hair falls over eyes
Gets tucked behind ears
Is never admired like before
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Home
Come back
From wherever you are
Wipe the troubles from your brow
The ones that hide behind your eyes
And lose them in the spaces between my ribs
The love you seek
Waits patiently in my belly
In the crook of my neck
Sits the salt you need to soldier on
Uncertainty and bitterness
These are things I can swallow
And replace them with warmth and kindness
Pulled from my blood
The hollows of my bones
My marrow
Because everything
All of me
If it's not for you
Then what's the point
Friday, March 25, 2016
Long Distance
And I awoke in the night to find a golden thread reeling from my heart, thin and nimble as silk, but strong like steel, moving silently with slippery slips, running across everything, through the seas and back across, out over land, beneath the eaves and over skyscrapers to where he was, in his bed, attaching itself to the place he had a picture of me, within his heart.