He with his (appealable) longing to look like a multi-emotive, stick-thin model, staring at the unreachable images atop the delicate pages of a thousand million Image magazines….
I think that it might be time I started to try and study at becoming a better, far more accepting writer. What I mean by this statement is that…
The time that it takes to bless the people, the places
The pace is very nearly standing tall at being still – and she cannot manage…
A creative moment wrestles with the circumference, the bare-knuckle dancing, chanced at happenings – a ferocious soul only she cannot feel its shape anymore. Wearing her favourite…
The place wherein her sins and her demons go to pour sore so it speaks in imprisoning uncompromising paragraphs and…
An artist will tend to all of these ludicrous things – one atop another, never quite… together… but rather guised…
She took her own hand and showed it a few brand new and desirably exploratory places – swore that she would not…
She is an etched-sketched, stretched-thin masterpiece with manicured fists for fingers and at the emerging moment that that conversationally correct, circumspect typewriter breathes is the maternal moment…
Were all of her cards marked in advance? Playing with all of the prizes and losing all of their minds. What if her guards were her enemies…
“Remember me, if only I could remember myself” – Peter Arnold, San Francisco, 2011
And a silent noise whirs some more until the entire containment of…
Catching the tussle of her brush, she took it for a strange and naive kind of granted, that this was…
A steep and sudden drop in the wrist, neatly imprisoning asking to be – put on the whole show
At the preparatory pace and singularly puppeteering from…
Only We know that you’ve been sitting here, creating something from absolutely nothing but for your type-written, pen-poisoned, saving grace Holds the shape of your once upon…
An illness of the mind with damaged colours inside Gender-specific never mattered, not really, not one silly little-perplexed bit The colour of the scope will amount though,…
Asking for it,
The dreaming-sequence brain, the same one that screams and scams and scrams and takes itself for advantageous granted; under-entitlement…
The lost and amiably found-out – these half-stressed, – stretched locomotively deranged creatures of sacrosanct habitat
Read More
Copyright © 2018 poetart. All rights reserved.