Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Mother, twice married, conveys reluctance, exaggerates fear – charted history obstacles a given. Father’s outing perpetuates disconnection anxiety replacing communication group wishes null Sister desires crack – living spectacle – addiction barrier to forgotten privilege Husband’s end plan race transmissions – dispossessed of direction – a dreamer Fodder for gossip – elaborate gong show – […]
(Note: I draw much of my inspiration from dreams, and recently I’ve been challenging myself to write prose as well as poetry. This poem and the piece, The Vortex, are inspired by the same dream.) A bee, caught in a violent draught, collides with woman her body a salty concrete wall of frenzy, she is […]
eyes wide with wonderment fix on me, beseeching attention rosebud lips part in genuine glee when my coveted gaze meets hers she tilts her peach fuzz head and with a shrug of a shoulder expresses a learned coyness, a treasured cuteness, softening this old woman’s jaded edges clumsy, chubby fingers reach, fumble, eventually grasp their […]
I picture it: a convention – where like minds congregate, learn from one another, aspire to betterment A conference of healing, dedicated to those newly passing on, like limbo, only educational. Imagine my surprise, then should you be there, Dad – you who’ve never before attended my performances I’ll attempt to stifle the discomfort, suppress […]
You think we don’t know what happens in the darkest hours; that somehow slumber blankets, plunges us into oblivion…. The same slamming of fists that awakens you, alerts, drags us from deepest sleep, thrust into the violence No amount of denial shields from the trail of bloody droplets, witnessing his arm on your throat, threatening….always […]
Patience does not apply in a family lacking ease, nor is loyalty gifted… my sister – a fiery red corvette fuelled by hate would slaughter kin lived for the fight, gleaned energy from sinful behaviours despite hard-work, tasted power in attracting meat – a fleshy cow – processed sweethearts with abandonment, hardly caring, despised public […]
How else would you define us but a zoo: this ragged attempt to appear socially fit? I drag my children with me, expectations formed from still life exhibits, picture – perfect cameos of happy lives, poised as any good television family might… Who hasn’t had a rough ride, disembarked and vowed never to repeat sins? […]
What mysteries lie in ancestral roots, what clues to illuminate the dysfunction that permeated our familial ties, cursed us with a pervasive sense of perversity? We are a portrait of deviancy: still life torsos, dismembered from birth, non- conforming hormonal structures denied reception in the aftermath of Victorianism. An aunt, who despite her outer female attributes earned […]
Bought myself a big, old house with a myriad of rooms; needed it to accommodate all those I wanted to please – it’s what I do. Learned it living in a house full of children – adults that were children – do it to compensate for never having been a child. Raised my own family, […]
Much planning involved in duplicity, when absence of feminine is intent – no amount of research can release her, buried in a home within a home. Empty out existing observations, imposed interpretations – education only served to dismay us further – all erasable. Forensic investigation required to grasp the inner workings, only seasoned visitors have […]
