derelict lives sat in front of the television set – abandoned beach toys a social disconnect daddy pondered running away from his responsibilities to beat the rush this morning whilst in the office and drinking from his grumpy bastard mug - brother skipped school, on his lunch break smoking weed to save himself from starving … Continue reading fuzz
short sighted my lipstick mistaken for your lighter my black dress/yr jeans your clothes now claimed for my own write whilst you step outside for a smoke – wafts as if shaking shoulder/laughter i stare at you while i comb my hair for ten minutes until i realise i need a mirror as i know … Continue reading INCOMPLETE HAIKUS
TW Road Accident she wonders if anybody else notices her other than the man at the promotion stall as she stands in the carpark a bag underneath her elbow looking around her relief evident on her face as her partner drives in - circles and slows down beside her face in the shade of the … Continue reading country lanes
it is raining in the kitchen - with the sound of bacon spitting, crackling - too much oil in the pan Kate Lewington (C) A poem from my collection of pocket poems, which you can read here. These poems were taken from my self-published book of travel poetry, titled Here Comes the Sun.
Open ended questions. Who else loathes open ended questions? Because I do. My mind panics with these questions. If unprompted, I don’t know how to answer someone. It’s as if being thrown a scrap and needing to make something from it, but not having the knowledge or not knowing the expectation of that person and … Continue reading Progress Report