Southern Sun

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Hitting the cold pavement with my flip-flops. Southern sun. Beating down on my pale exterior. Soft whispers in the wind, tranquillity, warmth. Waves reaching toes of joyful children. Hospitality exchanged. Strangers have welcoming smiles. Trees hold hands, cooling...

Girl In Yellow

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Livestock rushing thirty degrees. Overpopulated streets, American phrases. I can feel the warmth on my curious face. In the moment, in the moment. Hit in the shoulder, I fall to the concrete. Mannerisms or just plain rudeness? It’s almost time for the light to start...

Occupied, As I Wait

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Hooded figures, emerge as daylight disappears. Dissatisfied with ice-cold steel to sit upon. Waiting, eyes darting. Is that the one? No. Thudding beats – individual ears. Sheeted glass walls, freshly black paint fumes. I study a young girl half naked in the winter...

Diagnosis, On A Sunday Morning

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Monotonous Coughing, spluttering. Sirens of babies, whimper. Chairs lined up like soldiers in the hospital white. Diagnosis, on a Sunday morning. Waiting, Aching, Waiting, Watching. Lights dim, low music soothes. Disinfectant fumes, burn my morning eyes. Blood,...

Mother Nature

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Birdsong, liberated. In the hands of mother nature. Lost in thought, in the trees, in life, in mind. Golden crunch, under my soles. Toxin cleanse – joy and peace. No restriction to the adventure of Sundays. Squirrels roam, they paint a happy picture. At home – they...