The mirror dutifully reflects my face,
my years of life are on display -
each breath has etched

To you
I was a fool
Wore my heart on my sleeve
Showed you the deepest parts of me
I thought you

We hitched-up knitted swimsuits that sagged
and stretched if wet. At low tide, we searched
for

You are a cockroach

you are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboard
the kitchen light suddenly

I always dreamed a princess would fall into my lap.
I always saw the women in places of

2014: A year of heartaches,
happy moments, discoveries!
Wonderful novels, surreal,
crazy

.
Down to the Bone

To a girl love is a joyful sentiment
of the heart, perhaps a blinding

Pray for peace and joy,
my stubborn heart will not rest
in shadows of old.

16 November

A tiny poem rests here,
it died before its birth,
fallen ill at the first syllable
it passed on

A bicycle of delicate heart
focused in all gossamer,
thrills ~
the minimal slice of time

;

I fear to swim in a sea of fame
or to handle an ocean of wealth.
To drink and thirstier

Nacht wordt straks ochtend.
Klok tikt nadrukkelijk mee
met mijn gedachten.

Autumn 2004.

Months of pouring out my words in seeming endless stream,
Laying bare the naked fury of my

AMOR

The honey skin of my lover
spreads before me, her breasts
lush like the ripest

Clouds skim

the mountain tops

casting shadows

Is divided
Into small squares,
Latticed,

Graph-paper-
Mathematical.
I like

The idea
Of

I’m at a place called Vertigo
It’s everything I wish I didn’t know.
(U2 – Vertigo)

the room

Roll up the red carpet, turn off the kettle,
pack up the teapot, lock all the doors,
bar up the

Eternity can never be long enough
For me to say how much "I Love You"
When I can never get

You leave ripples you can't see
with every decision that you make.
You leave footprints in

this is what I feared

that I would become obsessed
with the thought of us -
forced
to do

02∙11∙09

You sat last night
on the couch at my place
with your warm-blooded grin,
your kind

Amputee shepherd
Cow, donkey, goat
Grandma's nativity

Chosen astrologer
Gold, frankincense,

It would be the greatest miracle

I thought, to heal all marks

on your skin.

Every single

I am a girl
Though I may stumble
My soul will not crumble
I am fragile
I am vulnerable
I am

Now sitting in her rocking chair,
she waits on the porch by the doors
sipping slow on sweet tea or

I will live my life doing good
For i understand
The reason of doing good
So wither with or

What can you do with five hundred pounds
of apples, and ten gallons of cider?
You could make more

The church echoes with the dusk
birdsong outside its colonial walls

A campesina reads the word

(Ode to the Mean Girls in my school)

Every day in class
I wished I were unseen,
you were my

Your penetrating stare burrows deep inside my head
Yet I'm not sure that you've heard a word that

You light a fire in my belly
that I cannot tame down.
My fingers may dance
with the soft flame

The visitor appeared as a side door vision
tan leather hat, coat and pants
well-deep eyes,

Struggling to contain my growing passion
fighting with my inner beast
quelling the rumours inside

The shots were fired,
many people were gunned down.
Innocents have died.

27 May 2014.
Michelle

The lusty hearts of lovers stay
open to the softest syllable
and the gentle month of May
now

Five Minutes
before she
knew
she did not know
she thought
she did

That summer saw me four foot high;
A desert ratbag caked in grime.
Ten years of rain-less pale

Smooth tawny peppery fire
whispers of a bottle
in a bottom drawer
of a desk,

opened and

A new day.
When i buried you.
i found love with me
by the warmest touch of
my heart i have

I'm afraid
you are not who I want you to be

can I make you believe
that we can last

can I

I'll meet you at the
Old oak stump,
just after the kids
go to bed.
Bring the lantern

Rita James called him
out for coffee.
She just couldn’t handle
her observations anymore.
She

THE ANSWER IS ? By Kwesi El(Paradizm)

CAN ONE BE BLIND, AND YET, ABLE TO SEE? OR CAN ONE

Searching
Searching in the dark
For the mark of my soul

The dark
Is
Consuming

I can hear

When I'm away can't wait to return
knowing all will be well once I'm home
Days, hours somewhere

The truth can be
a terrifying place
for a gentle soul
kinder to be spoon fed
comfortable

I remember snuggle-time,
Once so full of bright-eyed smiling funny face,
With no agenda but to