With each spin of a gods coin, the constellation of dots join, with each swipe of the palm across salted face, and each footstep in or out of any place; notes are taken. Words are spoken. Nothing is token. Even when it’s broken. Each year that scolds, each day that unfolds, every single moment, breathtaking … More Birthday Poem for J
Your veins share a portion of ruthlessness with my rib cage. My blackened lungs. A certain unwavering determination to spit in the faces of those who dont beleive in you. Your hands grew lines a long time ago, etched by Arabic scribe. Fine lines that tell of only dark things. Fairy Tales of laughter, inside … More
S sat on her haunches, head tilted slightly, watching J sleep. It was more of a ‘willing J to wake up’, really, but so far had been choosing to do it silently. With patience not being one of her strongest suits, S took her index finger and jabbed J in the forehead. J rolled over … More The (Un)Secret Childhood Dialogue Chronicles – Ninja.
S dashed out of the bathroom cubicles, clingfilm in hand, grinning from ear to ear. Two minutes later J comes creeping around the corner with a now empty tub of Vaseline. ‘Get them all?’ ‘Yeah! Whoever invented perforated clingfilm is a legend.’ Both girls head off to wait in the dark for the chaos to … More Toilet Seats and Vaseline
I was scratching through a few old albums J, and I found a few real corkers 😛 Love you babe.
Her head was bowed, in prayer, I guessed. When the lightning struck her frame. Her arms fell limp, and her eyes widened, and the day stood still. Like a Polaroid. We were Printed. Linked. Synced. Irreversibly intertwined, in a splash of broken fragments that could, nor should ever be undone. We share hues, of blues, … More Lightning.
This woman, is my best friend. I love her because she is made of magic, she is made of earth, and she is made of roots of ancient trees. There is an army of old spirits that follow her around, steps in unison, just for her. I love her because her heart is good, even … More I Love You More, Dammitt!!
In response to: Wet Shore A copper key hangs from a hook beside my bed. I read you, when that key has a quiet conversation with the jelly fish fearing ocean fearing bear trainer in side me. But you know, that I would stride into that water to drag you out of it. You know … More I Dont Surf. ( For J )
You can sleep naked. I don’t mind. Like, at all. Naked. Yeah 🙂
Therein lies the key, to what ties you and me, It came on the needed day, So neither two would fray; under the weight of the dark in these the corners so stark. My sister, my friend, my Love. A blessing from the gods above, We are now bound at the hearts, and Hell can … More The Key, and the Binding