Friday, March 23, 2012


 Soon, she gave up the idea of the skeletal shadow in hot pursuit and poured herself a nice cup of tea.

behind the curtain
a stopped beetle
a still moth
beetle’s legs in the air
moth’s false eyes stared 

Thursday, March 22, 2012



Co-written by Janet Jackson and myself using a poetry magnet kit

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


a smoke ring circles the sun
beneath we burn

my loving friend
hands me ripe figs
torn open
flesh the colour of
my broken sex

crawled into bed
head cradled
in a lightless corner
of night

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

One for Di

After the goodbye
we all drank tea
together at your house.
Had nothing to say.
It seemed as if
we were no longer friends.

I went home
folded myself away
between the silk scarves
                 and the socks.