It is not Hunters With rifles precision sighted for accuracy That kill the great wild beasts Of the primal woods It is circumstance Comfort Routine Wielded by beautiful assassins Who weep as they kill Even then they do not die They lumber into the deep Woods where the Silence is so thick It absorbs their cries … Continue reading Hunting


The End Of The Affair (Quote)

I loved this film, beautifully filmed and devastating. This scene struck me in particular. Sarah: Love doesn't end, just because we don't see each other. Maurice Bendrix: Doesn't it? Sarah: People go on loving God, don't they? All their lives. Without seeing him. Maurice Bendrix: That's not my kind of love. Sarah: Maybe there is … Continue reading The End Of The Affair (Quote)

Violent Delights

I tremble with the Effort of control Not monstrous Nor misogynistic, although The accusation is thrown, Oftentimes in hindsight I understand Forgive it Envy it sometimes The light of Self-knowledge Makes my head hurt Even as other aches Rise like smoke I would never hurt Intentionally I only come When called Invite me across The … Continue reading Violent Delights

Closed For The Season.

  This agony Tests my dimensions Inspires a grand violence of spirit Anger is an anaesthetic That allows me to go through The day Numb and shivering And how the world goes on Ignoring my resentment At the callow circumstances, fate swept The house of cards from the table How could a love so grand and … Continue reading Closed For The Season.

Funeral for a chalk painting

On the stretch  Of even, worn pavement You drew looping, nonsensical Loops of colours Fingers tattooed with chalk dust I liked how the hair Hung in your face A curtain rising On the beautiful theatre  Of your violet eyes The picture drew me in Then out And I trusted that you were  Gentle with me … Continue reading Funeral for a chalk painting

She Leaves By Degrees

She leaves by degrees. I potter around Offering up trinkets That she used to celebrate But now smiles Politely says thanks We use the words 'I love you' When really we mean 'I'm scared, not that you're leaving' 'But you've already left' I read through a million books Write a million poems And they all … Continue reading She Leaves By Degrees