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I see you.
Crawling on flesh worn-to-the-bone, bloodied, falling, I see you. Can’t look at yourself in the mirror because you’re sure that the wrongness of the wrong was all you. I see you. Arguing with god in the secret room in your mind while you wear an atheist’s robes, I see you. Believing the people who tell you that you can’t love…
Toast & Tolerance
There was a time I cared enough to question it, when they said that things would get better. Where is eventually’s address? And are we there yet? Are we there yet? Sitting tracing circles on the smoky windows of memory, Pain says my only options are to resist or serve. The dilemma exists and there’s going to be hell to…
“I can show you this” – A Love Poem
For my boyfriend: There are very few people in the world with whom I can be myself; I don’t have to be all those things I make myself be; Perfect, well-turned-out, mature, diplomatic, laid-back; I can show you raw. I can show you bare. I can show you this. I can hear you breathing and we are both semi-wakeful, wrapped…
23rd May 2012
Summer 2012
Oh, I detest the summer. One walks around in as little as decently possible while trying to move as little as possible. As the days have been getting hotter and hotter my dreams of escaping this horrible tropical hell and moving to a cooler climate where it won’t hurt to cuddle my cats (yes, really; I haven’t been able to…
20th April 2012
(In Loving Memory of Colin)
Conscious and Unconscious in Varying Degrees of Time (In loving memory of Colin) They called me when I was sitting staring out the window (and wondering about proliferation) Could have knocked me down with a feather (or anything handy). ‘But that’s absurd’, I said, unmoved, unemotional. ‘He’s in the best of health’, I said. ‘I would have known’, I said,…
1st April 2012
Aung San Suu Kyi
The ties that bind – the daughter of Burma (For Aung San Suu Kyi) Confined only by the letter, millions breathe your spirit every day. Flying free in the shadow of the gun, keeper, mother, leader of a people you are. But extra-ordinary leader of peoples, how much woman do you have left? Family or Country, Freedom or Persecution,…