Whilst Gordon engages in combing the world
Musing on a square inch of silence, sauntering
Through life into the depths of virgin forests
Desert islands, climbing mountains to dredge
An endangered species playing the violin.
Silence, dawn breaking across six … CONTINUE READING »
Miss Ashanti ‘36, a mulatto beauty, the fruit
Of white men’s pleasure, taken in black damsels’ arms.
Her guardian her uncle, on the Gold Coast she grew
To become a queen by white men courted and pursued.
Jealousy stabbed her … CONTINUE READING »
There is a place, where velvet
Emerald moss blankets ancient rocks,
Shaded by myriad multifarious lush trees,
With which the rocks fancifully coalesce
To artfully raise walls, a secret path an arch,
Beneath which flows, a torrent,
Its voice, gentle … CONTINUE READING »
Enchanting notion of life
One which one may live
With a smile, tears only but of joy,
At dawn, bliss before a shining sun
It rose it rises and it will rise again
Elated by its enveloping warmth.
Enchanting notion … CONTINUE READING »
As if I were all that exists.
As if I were the only remnant of beauty left.
As if I were your sole desire.
As if nothing else mattered.
Look at me.
Hypnotise me with your gaze, let me fall… CONTINUE READING »
They creep inside you, slowly, enter
Through the soles of your feet you can feel them
The tingling sensation of a sting, electric impulses
Penetrating from the exterior within
You, leisurely strolling through nerves
Upwards, along your legs, delicately caressing… CONTINUE READING »
She does not look at herself nor contemplates
Her beauty her sheer existence inspires her
To move, swirling particles, orchestrate vibrations
To create multifarious wonders of mighty awe.
She melts snow, into gullies, lymph seeks unity
In streams, flows down … CONTINUE READING »
I woke up to cheeping birds at last
The relentless patter on my window silenced.
That drizzling melody once so precious
A gentle invitation to indulge in idleness
After thirty days transmuted
Into hounding humming greys. Incessant rain.
Since the … CONTINUE READING »
My son died four months ago.
He was loved. He was lovable.
I hear his older brother cry sometimes
They were not just brothers, they were friends.
No one truly knows what it’s like to lose a son.
If you … CONTINUE READING »
Bring me back to you in eight
Minutes they are all the time
On my hands before I wash
The dye off my curls.
Weakness my skin prickles
My hands grab the edges of the sink
Hypnotised I am distracted… CONTINUE READING »
