Broken Things
She filled her life with broken things, A blender on the blink, A teapot with a little chip, A man who liked to drink, A laptop that was prone …
She filled her life with broken things, A blender on the blink, A teapot with a little chip, A man who liked to drink, A laptop that was prone …
She’s naked, red and blistered; me, too. I ignore silvery flashes in my peripheral vision to scrape drops of water from my fingertips across her cracked lips before the wind …
Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s “Ariel“ On some nights, black, with a certain kind of envy only the sky understands, these indigo ideas whisper like the dream I had once of …
An open paddock miles from ‘Nowhere’. A picket fence in disrepair. Red dirt road winding through low hills. All around I feel despair. Old slab hut with timbers crumbling, sagging …
What I Hope In a half forgotten corner of a mind that’s lost its way, is she walking in a meadow, can she smell the new mown hay? Does she …