I used to believe in abracadabra magic; white rabbits from hats, ribbons from shirt sleeves, coins from behind my ear, children’s party make believe; dragons and princesses, tall towers and treehouses, and the way the wind blows whispers when you are small and slight with dreams dripping on your brow and in the crooks of … Continue reading Whirligig

Summer Rain

My palm blossoms forth, fingers stretching toward the sun reaching for the empty space beside me, reaching out for you;   reaching out for your copper warmth skin wrapped in twilight in a cold Winter's night kiss, your eyes a molten blue.   I curl inward, around cotton memory aching for your return, idyllic Summer … Continue reading Summer Rain


The sun rises in all places, even here, across these headstones, casting beams of sunlight onto pavement and grass. Everything is asleep, except her, a lone wanderer who likes the taste of 7am and the way the sky blushes as the moon whispers goodbye and the sun, hello. Everything is silent, apart from her heart … Continue reading Aurora


I can't imagine you here anymore, whether it be the passage of time or if I've purposely pushed you from my mind.   This place I call mine, a place we called ours.   Now I pick the flowers, wash and leave the dishes; plates standing tall, suds dripping down like a girl caught in … Continue reading Rain

At Dawn

In the darkness of my bedroom I think of you the most. I think about your chest pressed against my back. I think about your arm around my waist, stroking each curve you've remembered like wood grain. I think about your voice, its calming quiet which envelopes me in safety. I think about your head … Continue reading At Dawn


What is love at first sight but a refraction of memory? Moments taken out of their boxes slid beside fire light you've kindled to suit the romance you believed in. But all flames become embers dying in the ash thick in your mouth, as like smoke he escapes. A blue wisp you cannot ignite with … Continue reading Embers

Inhale, once

I love the smell of garlic on my hands despite my vampiric smile, in one inhale I forget the day and all its rain. I forget the pens I've held, faces I've touched and moments I've breathed.   I love the smell of garlic because it lingers. It is the only thing which lingers   … Continue reading Inhale, once