warheads pressing in-formation causing her throat to swell and tighten building desire like cities digging tunnels too deeply disrespectfully into her earth creating openings and avalanches minute tragedies in her stomach leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried tragedy that has nowhere else to go… eat it or fuck it the catch cry asContinue reading “tragedy”

to contain

so soft are the edges that boil and slide inside the copper a sweet fragrance like sugar or moist tobacco begging your tongue to heat it to bravely risk stringent addiction tasting and…. moving like a wild snake coiling intelligence looping and falling willing to swell in gravy waves grasping the rim like a mouthContinue reading “to contain”

just three words

come the sun like an egg star fire yellow over my face fool I am still I surrender to you sun i am you electric gold smile encircling my chest bending my mind you rake me your precious tines your golden light drowning and expanding spiralling my chakras turning me over over and over aContinue reading “just three words”

The Drift of Eternity

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  first of ten poems. There is tugging at my ribbons a wild, teasing acapella oh this noise is rich… rich enough to decorate my hollows to drop me to my knees whilst midnight space rushes like swift tide expanding the universe cracking my chestContinue reading “The Drift of Eternity”

The Paintbrush

The paintbrush sits on pale skin and slides scarlet over kissing plain it touches and presses like time and strokes the distance between my fingers and my desire. Eyelids close and a breath is taken….. slowly a small movement, a perfumed step The paintbrush leaves the skin hair by hair and patience tempers the dancingContinue reading “The Paintbrush”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...