“I would imagine death as a cellar full of paintings”

Landscapes. Portraits.  Canvas dripping watercolour or squirming in acrylic. Paper pores closing their mouths as the smell of life turned cold permeates the room.  Paper pores squeezing their eyes shut tight to the darkness. Colours greying with the damp running in rivulets down the walls and they breathe - collapsed lungs beneath wrinkled skin.  Landscapes. … Continue reading “I would imagine death as a cellar full of paintings”

Review of Not Enough, Just Enough, A. B. Cofer

A. B. Cofer’s Not Enough, Just Enough is the first poetry collection I have read which strikes the beautiful yet painful balance of healing. Although Cofer masterfully considers the dark and the light, she also explores the grey. Opening with ‘depression’, Cofer immediately establishes this collection to read for comfort. I would say, at times, … Continue reading Review of Not Enough, Just Enough, A. B. Cofer

Crude Vellum

There are too many empty spaces. Desert stretches of things we ought to know; movements and people and crimes we should have learnt as well as Wordsworth’s daffodils  or the world wars in Europe.    We are accompanied in our centric - lonely in our fight against all things ‘not right’.  And our British tongues  … Continue reading Crude Vellum

Sunburn

Let’s burn ourselves beneath the stars, peel away the layers of sore skin until we are nothing but dust - cold, unfeeling light intertwined like struck matches torn at the edges by the fire between us, between our lips, between my thighs, love me and extinguish me, wrap your arms around my wilderness and free … Continue reading Sunburn