Wednesday, 4 May 2011

the question

will we look back?

when all the blood has been shed
and the widows have ceased weeping
and no mother holds vigil for a son far from home

will we see, still
the sides we blindly picked
separated by barriers our hands built
following leaders our voices chose

will we regret?

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

the forgotten

and all she had left
was the residue
of his lingering
inside a memory
of a far-away dream
she thinks
she once-upon-a-time

Monday, 14 March 2011


when you know
how long 
there is to go

(until the happy ending)

it's that much easier
to sit through
the wait.

Monday, 28 February 2011

truths in sans serif

instead she said:

i used to
be a

i was one.

and now that i

i'm not."

Tuesday, 22 February 2011


And when, at last, she stood there in front of him, it seemed her light would fill his world and banish the Dark he'd known so long. Pierce his weary heart, and allow him to feel. But still he resisted, resolute, not daring yet to dream.

"I will not be good for you," he said.

"No," she replied, and held out her hand. "But maybe I will be good for you."

Monday, 31 January 2011

the phoenix

i wonder if you knew.

in your bone-shards

the freedom. from your empty veins
the hope. etched below your skin

the future
beyond your feet.

i wonder if
(and hope that)
when your world went up in flames
you knew

that yours
was not
the kind of dust that

but ember-seeds
from which this tree of new life
would spring.

[*remembering him]

Monday, 24 January 2011

the dance

and you knew
if we paused for a moment
i'd feel it


in the soft lilting lows
in the rising pitches
in the grand crescendos

your steady beat

my score