February 2025 poems
Pilgrimage
February 19, 2025
He was a pilgrimage
you have to go on
I travelled his stone steps
and my hand bled
over his altars
my feet tired of the climb
Once I reached him
I disrobed at his side
and wonder if the journey
was worth it at all
After my meditation was done
I knew he is not a god
or guru
My frankincense isn't
the gift he needs
I dress and walk in the rain
most of the night
Water washed away his mud
from my breasts
and his clay from my mouth
The gift of sight was not
what I came here for
I leave for home
as his bed grows cold
as a deep winter night
Setting Free
February 18, 2025
The morning windstorm roars
like lions through the atmosphere
shaking all candle flames across town
Leaving the dark but I still see
your name
So I pull its word from my mouth
like a thread of fine hair
I then set it to the wind
set it free and in turn
free myself
Bone Song
February 17, 2025
I describe you as an absence
A wisp of a ghost
the one that you catch
only from the corner of
your eye
I know you are sometimes around
under the cover of fog
the rattle of bones announces you
They travel their songs on the fog mist
which blows down scattered city backstreets
that soon find their way through my window
shaking me awake
Run Girl
February 16, 2025
Men like him have eyes like cages
You don't want to get too close
If you do you will be locked inside
his world that is full of ghosts
You have to deny the touch of his lips
with their song of sounds
that slither into your soul
a sea worth to drown
You run from him girl and run far
down the hill and over the lane
He's too easy to fall in love with
run back to the moon that wanes
Forget him now girl
shut him out of your mind
Don't get lost in love now girl
You are not water and he is not wine
Howl
February 15, 2025
You are strong
or think you are
Your cigarettes
in the ashtray
like little bones
you picked clean
charred by murder fire
You look out the window
over the city that ate you
and coughed you out of
every bar in town
amber fire-water eyes
glazed with alcohol and memories
You throw your head back
and howl animalistic
and wounded
to a deaf moon
until the neighbours complain
to a landlord who does nothing
Leaving For The Sea (Story of J. and F. )
February 14, 2025
No I won't go with you.
Silence your evangelical
salesman talk.
You are not my latch
or lock.
I move as
fluid in your lungs move
waiting for the collapse.
Then I will break free
and become the sea.
Snow Crow
February 13, 2025
The snow settles in all the corners
of the city this evening
I call on you
to speak in my ear
to drown out the sound
of the tree's clacking bones
that calls out my name
in chatters
A Man Left Open
February 12, 2025
He locked open his door
and you couldn't enter
only by invitation
He had no walls
no windows
to look through
to the outside
one could only go inward
and see paradice
I was lucky
to be a woman
he let in
I stayed at his side
all night
until the dawn
I then followed the
sunrise
by walking into
the horizon
and never
returned
Freedom
February 11, 2025
The wind through the window
flicks at the candle flame
I prevent myself
from remembering your name
I pull it's word
like a thread of hair
out of my mouth
I cast it free
out the window
on the breeze
and free myself
Reemerge Always
February 10, 2025
We crash and burn
like phoenix birds
in our embrace
We burn down
to nothing
to reemerge
as something
Then we lift
up high into
the sky
and laugh
at the sight
of Icarus
who constantly
melts forever
in the sun
Radio Wave Drive-by
February 9, 2025
Crashing sounds of radio waves
drive past me from an open window
of a car trying desperately to get somewhere
"In today's news...."
I'm glad I didn't catch what it was
I'm tired of the noise
and overwhelmed
It takes away my peace and
creativity
It's hard to have hope these days
but as I can hear the people
who live in the tent city at the end of this park
ring out in the early morning with laughter
that even in the bleakest situations
you have to hold onto your hope
and laughter
Because I didn't Want To Write About War
February 8, 2025
My muse is offended that I chose another to write a poem to
He doesn't understand that it was nothing personal
I had to write a poem about making love to someone
because a poet should never sleep with their muse
they need them to remind them of longing
Maybe if I could explain it like that
he would understand
and come back today to inspire
me to write something about desire
Love and lust
as well as
want and longing
are not the same things
The act of just writing a poem
and actually creating poetry
are not the same either
It was very important I write
about making love
because if not
I'm left with the only other option
I only wrote about making love
so I would not have to write about war
Paper Without Poetry
February 7, 2025
You said you would forget about her
for one night
if I could write you a poem
after we made love
So I made love to you like
a lioness holding a dove
in her mouth
You kept your promise
you forgot about her
but I forgot to write a poem
that night when the snow
made the city white like
paper without poetry
Hunger Pains
February 6, 2025
The ache comes into the stomach
like a beast with metal teeth
eating it from the inside
this isn't hunger
it's desire.
Friendless friends fist through
the sidewalk garbage
in search of hunger.
they lost it somewhere.
The city's wide electric neon
hums its tune in the ears.
Siren of fake desire
will feed the hungry
for a little while for a price.
Never say how much money
you have to the hungry.
Don't make eye contact
but keep them in sight.
These men are hungry
for your desire
and will take you
where the neon lights
are shut off.
You can escape if you desire
if you can make it
from this street and that road
The 10A will open it's mouth
devour you down it's throat.
Soon you will know
What it's like to finally eat
After the pains of a
hunger strike.
Your Strawberry Bush
February 5, 2025
You grew the strawberry bush
over the grave dirt
of the old dog.
Did you even realize it,
when the night howled
in ghostly wisps
on the wind
that came from
the north
Little Pearl
February 4, 2025
You,
like a little pearl
gleaming in the night
with a lunar glow.
Faux diamond glint of
strangers eyes
give away their intentions.
Turn away Little Pearl.
They are only on the hunt
to prey on your realness
and steal your true shimmer.
The Purple House
February 3, 2025
Dark purple house
against light blue sky
emerald trees
a dash of white snow
as a picture frame
For Denis Amoung the Stars
February 2, 2025
That time we sat inside the ribcage
of the night park splitting a beer
The clang of the steel fence rattled out
as you tried to climb it to the top
You thought if you could reach that top
you could reach the stars
but you never could
You told me next year
when we meet here again
you will be able to
but you never returned
The next year we got the news
from your mother
that you finally reached the stars
I remember being so mad
that I wasn't there to see you
finally reach the top
and see you stretch your finger out
tapping their glittering tips
Now many years later, I see you up there
turning on the star lights
Shine on Denis
Peace
February 1, 2025
When the whole world is fighting
and the arguments of both sides starts to deafen
and no one person can hear each sides points of view
over the noise and chaos
at least the written word is heard above it all
When the fighters looks toward the silent poets
that will write one single word
Peace.
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January 2025 poems
Social Games
January 31, 2025
He wanted the small talk on afternoons,
and shallow talks with neighbours
that end up like a soundless drone to my ears.
I smashed through the windows like sunlight does,
and ran like a lassoed horse that broke free
away from it all.
Leaving everyone to deal with the confetti of glass
and the echo of blood that dropped from his finger
to the floor in it's freedom smash
The tear he shed washed the drop away
knowing he could not follow me
beyond the hills.
He was too stuck in the game.
Star Wires (For Stephen)
January 30, 2025
Night time is slow
when you are in it
at my side plucking
stars from the sky
and stringing them
like a barbwire fence
around the harbour
Little Buddha
January 29, 2025
Good morning little Buddha
perched on my window sill
greeting all who pass on the street
with your smiling jade peace
Spring Lies
January 28, 2025
The oddity of spring in the winter
is a liar we want to believe
It gives you the promise
of buds on trees
and green grass
until the next day
when winter
speaks the
truth
Blood Candy
January 27, 2025
I once cut my finger
on a cotton candy cone
blood melting sweet strands
making blood syrup
But the fair whizzed on
in a dizzy haze
Unaware of the candy gore
on such a sunny day
The Shout From The Heart
January 26, 2025
It's a bit of a habit or ritual
to cover the ears with silence
and look away
and tell yourself you can't hear
what is aching in the heart
but its motor roar of rememberance
shouts over the silent ears
until you have to listen
Keeping Secrets
January 25,2025
I'm going to hide my secret
here in this poem
where nobody will find it
especially you.
The sound waves of spoken words
utter nothing about the way
I look over my shoulder and wait
for the breeze to bring me your cologne
and your voice to kiss my ears
I tuck my longing away
inside the lock box of this poem
to keep this secret far away from you
to prevent me from crashing into love
Hey You
January 24, 2025
Did you know
how your beauty
is a silver bullet
that shoots through
the heart of this poem?
They Will Know
January 23, 2025
When we loose sight of our humanity
and listen to snakes whispering in our ears
we are lost
The world never forgets the past
No matter how much you erase from
the texts of history
No matter who you silence
A few speaking the truth
will be far louder
The future will know
What happened should
never be repeated
The Gun of Peace
January 22, 2025
I embrace you like a machine gun
across my body but I won't march on,
but lay you at my side in peace.
My fingers walk the dark street
of your neck to rest at the pond
of your collar bone.
I curl up there and stay the night
ignoring the war that rages on
just outside the window.
A Be Seas
January 21, 2025
Not a
sound be
music
or sea
emptied
nothing to de
pend upon
for
silence
We Are Rock
January 20, 2025
So much changes.
We grew up
loved
cried
rebelled
cried
loved again
and moved forward
So much changes
and through everything
the four rocks are still there
holding strong in their place
Through decades of storms and cold
We are those rocks
We faced and will face storms
but hold strong where we are
Crow Woman
January 19, 2025
I lay next to you
in this motel room
where the door keeps
the night outside
The air conditioner's humming
waltzes the curtains gently
I'm locked up inside your arms
and my legs return the enslavement
entwining around you like chains
People assume we are lovers
but we are not
I only make love to you to
fuck my way away from love
Ignore that fact so I'm not caged
I rise over you like a crow woman
who plucks out her feathers
to bury you under them
to cover you up
to blend you back into the night
I then caw out to my sister crows
to beware of your embrace.
You Create Scenery
January 18, 2025
You are a stage hand in narrow doorways
holding up the background
of wooden buildings
that turn to mâché trees before our eyes
you put everything in it's place
walk through the back
of the scenery
don't be detected
you are the reason
we see everything as
its supposed to be.
The Blanket
January 17, 2025
Unfold me like your favorite blanket
just before you fall asleep
My body remembers your cologne
the morning after I lay in crumpled
bliss next to you
Lust always gets mistaken for love
like some stranger you see on the street
one night, convinced you knew them once
as a lover
We Will Ignite
January 16, 2025
There's something going on
under the layer
that the fire bubbles up
through the cracks
of our concrete
like from the core
of our earths
The embrace
will be
explosive
Jean-Jeanie
January 15, 2025
The Ivory bar soap on the side of the sink
white melting on to the sea blue plastic
clean scented with the cut through of
chrome water running
A Charlie Pride record playing low
in the other rom as you sipped tea
and adjusted the lace curtians for nightfall.
I washed my face viewing your evening ritual
by the living room mirror like a film screen
about a French woman in a English city
A cat amounst lions at your window
Falling of Stones
January 14, 2025
You probably didn't want to be lead down this road
but it is the way the stones fell to the ground
and you had to follow
There wasn't any way out of it
you can't mess with divine
intervention or invention
it comes
wither you like it or not
Going forward
watch where you lay your stones.
Strangulation Kiss
January 13, 2025
You took my breath
suddenly as quick
as I put my lips on you
You can't take what
is not yours
and run with it
like a theif from
a security camera
You will bring it back
one day
When you do
I don't want to be
there to recieve it
Lost Notebook
January 12, 2025
Where are you now?
I left you alone in the corner
of the old apartment
forgetting to bring you along.
All your words lost to my eyes,
and your story forgotten.
Hopefully someone found you,
and reads your words,
and sits down often
to continue your life
with their own story.
Forgiveness
January 11, 2025
Like crunching glass
and spitting out teeth
this word that is fragile
and hard to say
holds prisoner
everyone who has it
like a burden
to their tongue
Margarette
January 10, 2025
I would look over to you
and the way the sunlight would shine
off your yellow kitchen table
and the glint from the metal silver edges
would shine on your face
putting you in a spotlight
for you to sing your heart out
Leaving Before Dawn
January 9, 2025
Like blindness laid over the eyes
I wandered in a dark land
until I found myself in your arms
I did my time there
paid my due
The incantations I spoke
past your lips
I pull back out
turning you back to clay
and there is no more poison
in the well water to sip
or stone to crack our teeth
Winter
January 8, 2025
We were so caught up
in the wild thrashing of trees
when blizzards call to arms
the branches to clack out
a war chant against the sky
who starts crumbling
flaking to the ground
Water and Stone
January 7, 2025
The faucet drips in the sink
and you tap out it's beat on my arm
as we lay on the sofa in the quiet afternoon
I made love to you like rushing water
over a shore of stones
you calm my rush as I pull back
I lay my head to your chest shore
your heat beat keeping time
with the second hand on the clock
and the tapping of water
in the other room.
Over Coffee
January 6, 2025
We talk in abstracts
you and I
over coffee at the café
I told you you were wind
you called me a metal encased feather
as we smiled at the sun outside through
the two office buildings across the street
like an ancient sun worshiping monument
keeping time.
Free
January 5, 2025
The pressure is let out
of the old chest locked in
that forgotten room
in a decaying house
Someone opened the window
and set the memory free
no longer there
to be a burden
to the air.
Asphalt Sea
January 4, 2025
When we thought the
street was the sea,
we dived into it
hardly catching air
nearly drowned
between high rises
and our lives flashed
like neon before our eyes.
The city has a way
to fold in on itself,
like the tides
the coast guards war us about.
Stand too close to the rocks
and it's hand swipes you
like a hungry lover
pulled in by lust
until you lay in his bed
forever.
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Confession
January 3, 2025
I have to confess to her
that he came to me tonight
and made love to me
between sheets of paper
in the form of a poem
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Waiting
January 2, 2025
He is waiting for something
when the sky empties of colours
and the rain empties from clouds
he will still remain
looking
for a ghost that will
never appear.
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New Year
January 1, 2025
The rubble sleeps.
The dust settles.
The haze of
the sun shines through.
You made it.
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