Where These Words Came From
I remember how it had once tasted;
The sweet air
The stale fumes
The incomprehensible fly to the flame,
Wondering how he, too, fell for the light. Continue reading “Where These Words Came From”
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Category: Poetry
Ode to the Durian
our fruit king smells like rotting onions, majesty
of prickling green whose skin is the shell
of spikes. his treasures are the orientalists’
fantasy, whose rich gold beyond all
the wildest imaginings Continue reading “Ode to the Durian”
March Mind Control
by Peter Page Continue reading March Mind Control
Greyscale
She inhabits an empty barren world,
filled with vibrant greens which ripple into
rust and violet and corn and maroon,
and bright sunshine that reflects starlight on Continue reading “Greyscale”
Growing Up
You shed your skin with sinful ease as time runs to keep up.
Ten weeks worth of smashed cots burn bonfire-bright in your belly
despite the December rain. You throw his letters to the wind now,
you wash your own hair now.
Communion
I promise
to relish in the terror of my death
as I plunge into the concrete
ocean of broken dreams.
Sunflower on the Windowsill
Sat sinking deep Red armchair thinking Curtains on the cusp of something – Open them let the light flow Softly, softly now, into the room Where it reveals old being new; On the windowsill there is a sunflower With its head confidently raised ‘you’ve watered it every day’ To bring the English country home Inside to confide With warm unnatural glows Trim it … Continue reading Sunflower on the Windowsill
Drowning
i thought my biggest fear was drowning.
the everlasting pull, the silent scream,
the grabbing onto nothingness in hope that
i can be rescued.
Cadmium
two paints in the pack:
cadmium yellow and
cadmium red.
the yellow’s on my nails –
you like that one.
you hold my hand out and inspect it
mostly shine, with the occasional chip.
you don’t seem to notice the chip,
or, at least, it doesn’t bother you;
it’s nice.
Big Me, Little Me
Little me wants to touch the sun
Big me’s instinct is to run
Little me makes earth my toy Continue reading “Big Me, Little Me”
