‘The woman took a bite out of the love of her life, and spat it out into the ocean.’
The first of two poems about homelessness. This is merely passing comment, but click through if you’d like to contribute to fending off the crisis in homelessness, by donating to, or volunteering with, Crisis, the national charity for homeless people.
‘Over-silted sand-filled wannabee footsteps shrouding the reeds in clouds of seaweed dust of mooring chain rust, bobbing buoys and clove-hitched up bleach blue bottles thrust out past waist deep as I stumbled passively in the shin-depths.’
‘Outside rented flatbread bakeries: no-one working; everybody smoking; rolling up those tarmac fumes.’
‘How are we anchored to docks and harbours rolling on tide surfing out, pitching us in towards mud and to face departing silence?’
‘A gift, brilliant blue swallowed sea water gagging electricity bragging egotricity clean, falling through lines of crystallising blackstardust.’
Greasy tired fingerprinted window framing my great, tiny outdoors; brick peaking through bush pricking blushing bubbles of urbanity lost amidst … More
Normal family life making tea, seeing school reports, fleeing artillery-bombardment, civil-war persecution for nothing more than the neighbourhood you live … More
I found some sheep’s wool caught on a wire fence when I was a boy. It was coarse and musty … More
When you held the knife at my throat and told me not to cry, while pressing it harder and drawing … More
It was all rather matter of fact when she asked for seconds. Just a couple of extra fish fingers and … More
Forged in the inferno of wars, beneath collapsing homes hidden in deep tunnels and makeshift shelters.
There once was a train that sped through the country laying tracks before and behind itself chewing up fields and … More
I spoke of Power to Truth, and Truth giggled at my innocence. Truth let loose a belly laugh, and asked, … More
There was never a moment when I chose to be hungry. There was never a moment when I chose to … More