City Living

Doll House

A poem —

Nothing romantic about daylight
9am
The dreamer’s sunrise is damaged
and ultimately, perishes
Falling…

To Choose Not to See

A Poem on Homelessness

McCrack Pipe

A poem —

Adult happy meals
Good morning
Tuesday terror forming
The glass pipe blackens as it’s lit
And the…

Sleeping On The Bus (Keep me awake)

A poem

Masks

Outside of the theatre, where the masks come off

The dusty alley, fists clasp and teeth rot

Please don’t hit the lights; don’t let the curtain drop

Until we’re thrust onto stage, and the silence begins.

Steel Steed

I brace the cold winter night

Awaiting, click-clack;

Cavalry face: vacant, blank

Better late than never…

Junkies, you and me, aboard

City Girl

In transit

I am a city girl and I know it.

My Youth On Shelves

Free Verse

My youth on shelves, book-ended
A contrived quietness here in the middle of this…

An experience with a stranger I still think about at 3am.

The feeling of talking to someone knowing…

That 2.35am little bubble in your room

Blinding city lights and endless traffic, every moment and sound seems amplified in the…