I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep (Frost)


I am cactus.

Still. Hug me.


‘What does it feel like?’ My beloved asked last night.
‘Mmmmm what it feels like?’
‘Yes. Describe it to me.’
‘Well, it’s amazing. Powerful. It’s energy, it is life.
It’s the high point of a wonderful orchestral chorus.
It’s as if the world collects into itself and then explodes.
It’s a glorious dance of the stars and constellations.
It’s like the big bang splashing the galaxies into position.’

Awkward Conversations

I have a forest of thoughts, feelings and imaginations,

memories too that I wanted to share with you

you seem to have become a landscape of discreet water falls, mountains, ice caps and oasis,

i carried questions to ask you and awakened my taste buds to explore your flavours

it’s just

i had neither the language nor the courage.


we danced and smoked instead.

Truth too real

Some truths are too real, too coarse and unpalatable.

They require wrapping and sandwiching so they do not burn the throat or scratch the roof of the mouth.

Your confidence in self and the beauty of your being is a war cry, too terrifying, too loud for most ears.

My dear this world wants you dressed in apologies and to quietly crawl your way through life.

The words and ideas you birth are too hard and heavy.

Child, this world wants those utterances that are tenderized and worn weightless from consideration for oppressors.

Some truths are too disruptive for this age of selective reality.


I dreamt of you

you lay bleeding

a gold streaked stream of blood

formed and all I thought

of was a sandwich I

once ate in Edinburgh


There’s a tree I know

she sheds all her leaves

(once she even lost all her branches)

it doesn’t mean she’s dead.


She is waiting

sitting within herself

waiting, healing, sleeping

planning, waiting, grieving

waiting, waiting, hoping

believing, waiting, waiting

This love

Time and space have not cured us

they do nothing to quench

Steel mental fingers grip the irrational

logic and reason do not dissuade

Roots digging deeper

wings spreading wider

It is visceral, this love.




Coaxed out of a shell

‘Love will be our home’

Cajoled to dive into the deep

‘Love will bouy us up’

So you crushed your shell and set sail

then, half of ‘us’ flew off

Now you shrivel in the scorching heat

as you drift alone at sea

Here, kindly hold my mind for me.

Here, kindly hold my mind for me.

It keeps wondering into dead lands,
snooping into baren crevices, diving into gorges that dried up a million years ago when the star its searching the night sky for died and it shouts into black holes waiting for an echo with an outstretched ear that last heard the sound of gushing streams as they flowed back up into the brook they bubbled up from while the tree was yet a kernel and the sun a naked child of the galaxies running wild and free and the gods still paced the stellar highways as the worlds waged wars that rent tears in the earth that nile, amazon and ganges flow along.

Here, take my mind and hold it a while.

I carry the world

I once swallowed a map

So now the rivers flow through my veins, rapids and all

The mountains reside on my chest, their

potent volcanic lava settled in my heart

Deserts spread out on my back

The Amazon, Ituri and Asian Forests tossed a coin to

lay claim to the top of my head, underarms and crotch

The oceans pooled behind my eyes

But what became of the ice caps and glaciers, I can’t tell

maybe the map I swallowed was torn


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