“Here, have a poem” a friend once messaged me. A link followed. It was Neil Hilborn’s now-famous performance of his poem ‘OCD’. It seems unimaginable, now, that until that moment I hadn’t known how to access poetry. Hadn’t known I wanted to, beyond a gnawing in my stomach I never took much notice of. Beyond […]
Time shifts. Its the air, something about the air moves. Alters. You dont see it, exactly, but you know it. In your throat, where the anxiety lives. Or in your chest, where the hummingbird lives. You are walking through your kitchen door. Before you reach the steps which will take you back to your desk […]
Look at you kid, growing old so young.
You didnt know where the cracks were
Or where the sidewalks would end
You used to paint in marble
And these polaroids were once new…
And she dropped the word ‘and’ like a honey-covered bomb
But still ended her novel in a full stop
For every sentence has to stop
For even Ulysses had to stop –
There are lines
In the faces of the women
Like ancient tree roots
Grown from the shadows of old sorrows.
Beat the drum of my beating brain Stop my eyes from closing again Theres too many places I gotta see And too many ways to rediscover me I’ve got wind at my heels And wings in my mind And I’m floating and fighting against the tides of time I hear the horizon call In a […]