Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Drunk and Afraid of Love

Sweet child, how will you feel when your angel deserts you for all that it has done? Will horns grow to spear the halo, and wings molt to bare cloven hooves? Will your love and respect turn to hate and regret, will your tempered heart ever heal its scars? Will forgiveness pave the way for your disappointments? Will the fires consume us when we are lost in the wild?

I hope you find the answers soon. I gave up looking for them.

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Friday, 26 August 2011


He learnt, many years later, that his was a heart made of stone.

That explained all the sinking.

Saturday, 13 August 2011


My spine is a bridge
for the sounds I make
and the heat of your hands
a wizened guide
leading me to serenity.

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Step on a dog's tail, and hear it bark for dear life.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011


If I were inside you, I would weep as hard as I want to, in the hopes that my tears could flood every burning inch of you, and put the flames to peace.

Friday, 5 August 2011

Everyone Has Heard Everything Before

Every morning, he woke to find himself jumping off the edge. Life's greatest tragedy, he would reflect moments later, was that the current would always stubbornly push him back up to safety. Amongst the stale smells of dry fruits and dead love, everyone figured out what they found lacking in their meals. They made up for it by adding a dash of bitterness or a pinch of guilt or a spoonful of shame, depending on the weather. In utter disdain for the finer things in life, he developed a taste for eating rubber shoes. It helped him keep the boredom out of his mouth.

She floated through from time to time, spraying prayers on the naysayer and the gnostic alike, hoping God would create them a bubble to keep them safe. When she found the scent of rubber where she had gone looking for his teeth, she walked him to the edge again. When he told her of the current, she bent over backwards, so he could walk along her rib cage to get to the other side.

"Go now. You are free."
"Why won't you come with me?"

The currents drowned her voice. He started searching, in turn, for sad eyes and warm smiles.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Monday, 1 August 2011

An Image

In these houses, surrounded by photographs of happy times, I have learned to regret the fact that the only memories we will have forged will mix into the salt of our tears, and as we wipe them away to hide our shame, we will forget why we fell, and stayed, in love for so long, for so much.