Poetry As Medicine

Love Matters

Ex-lovers, like criminals line up – a visceral backdrop Another vies to take their place, a critical eye and no-nonsense disposition questions motivations highlights the faults in righteous accusations, bends the arrow of blame reassigning guilt the jilted, now pathetic, craves absolution, starves for appreciation awakens to sickening revelation that sex alone cannot sustain relationship […]


so tired… the heaviness of slumber settles on me like a straight jacket – no point resisting… was it a poisoned apple that struck me so – or is this exhaustion emblematic… of what…. a soul aspiring to flight weighted down by sensitivity… an ego tied to ideals no more salient than balloons whose once […]


He possessed a certain divinity, a soft-spoken modesty she read as safe harbour, fell for maiden-like innocence, her blessed compliance. Married in the sacred way, carnal mounting accentuating a tailored love – husband and wife exploring, celebrating glorious submission until joy plummeted – impossible to duplicate infatuation in a void – they grasped at objects, […]


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 […]

Bundled Memories

I carry my past in a long, white sack – canvas like a sailor’s – as if my life depends on it… or a laundress toting bundles, tied with string, promises of toil and recompense to come. My contents are not sustainable, though, only sorry tales, entangled woes mutated into plastic figurines, more comical than […]

Next Door

Next door dwells perfection, gardens pert with flowery blooms like vibrant little soldiers heeding the command of love’s labour, exuding confident pride. My house, marked by overgrown vines, chaos’ shameful exhibition, bemoans the futility of planting, knows they’ll be no follow through, betrays the absence of love’s toil. Life has schooled detachment, lessons in loss […]