Kookaburra

…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.

meanwhile

I bet you thought it would be different, being human.

SHE

…sharp teeth of an angel.

just words

Poetry is only a moment.

Another Eve

Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.

CLARIFY

I write what I feel, and I let it go.

Wolves

We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.

Rightly So

There is mad, mad joy to be found.

dead me, dead you

This can’t bode well, can it?

bursting

Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.