Solitary
Grew in the womb listening to a single heart beat and that song still resonates loud, loud (could be a strength – or say it may be a recluse that is me…) oneliness equates to weakness, supposedly but do not […]
Poppies
I was riper than fire, swallowed by coal that spat out bones. I thought they were mine, my bones to fold into a clone – A body with no cracks I could own. Her body had no cracks. […]
The Saviour
Damsel, train track tied I have blades for your ropes This tea stained ripped shirt Masked in cigarette smoke Hero, look up Pull your face from my lips Who here needs saving Please swallow your kiss Oh jokers and cowboys […]
Music And America
A year ago, I travelled solo across the United States of America, through 13 different cities over a two month period, only staying in each place for a couple of days. Music and songwriting were my only constant. I woke […]
A Request
Mine, ‘till the flock of tern dither Their marching of the skies That stretch o’er lands that wither Until new land do rise. Upon stillest mid-day waters, Where throngs of fish defy The attempt of heron’s slaughter: I shall here […]
What’s Mine Is Yours
I won’t delve into any cliché of offering my heart or my soul, that blackened tripe, or my bones, which glow so sickly white, As a gesture of my love. No, I don’t like to promise what I can’t keep, […]
Fenix
It’s 1960. My grandma arrives in Brazil. She doesn’t speak the language, she doesn’t know anybody. She feels lost and confused. She misses Spain and her family but she’s determined to make a new life out of these ashes. She […]
Spring, Summer, Your Hand In Mine
22/5/17 When the day forces us to part, you to your work, I to mine, I feel the tug of withdrawal symptoms from your second-hand smoke; tingling on my lips, static into the shape of letters of words not to […]
Thong
Today I wear black lace, tracing the curvature that I thought looked like two perfect crescent moons in the bathroom mirror this morning, exposed to the early warmth of July. I wear the somewhat explicitly sexy matching set of a […]
My Cage
we were never solidly joined though you spent two years offering chains I thought it was because I didn’t want to be jailed caged as you fed me flowers and knives a label wouldn’t change what we felt and it […]