what am I following? the wind is too strong the sun is too bright the sea is enormous I can only sing to the earth each day is new, and each day is my last
January 24, 2012
by squashedmosquito
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January 24, 2012
by squashedmosquito
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what am I following? the wind is too strong the sun is too bright the sea is enormous I can only sing to the earth each day is new, and each day is my last
January 24, 2012
by squashedmosquito
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I could paint this picture it is my life that dark purple in between the trees that colour didn’t exist until I saw me in a rage so heavy I couldn’t lift the light in front of my eyes it … Continue reading
October 13, 2011
by squashedmosquito
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I am walking city gale my eyes sting red, my lungs are screaming a pack of dogs strangers can’t see the wind whipping through me killing the animal that learnt how to love and live in these streets
October 13, 2011
by squashedmosquito
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at night I can hear the stream it pulls me back no matter where I go in my head in my head there is always the swirl and froth or languid passing of liter and debris everything is on a … Continue reading
October 7, 2011
by squashedmosquito
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What contract did your soul sign that wanted to hurt me so much? what love did I need that could penetrate so deep?
October 2, 2011
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I can not lay this pain aside I heave and I heave for one breath of peace I am on the floor beside the toilet the full length mirror in front and when I look at her I am the … Continue reading
October 2, 2011
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hate is a piercing word and even though I love you, I had to scream it I had to – like a wave has to disembody itself on a rock I HATE YOU the last time I screamed those words … Continue reading
September 29, 2011
by squashedmosquito
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I wield this stick this taiaha you have no business here on my heartland I strike you down there is nothing left … you reappear, fully formed I take the taiaha I spear your life a great thwack (the same … Continue reading
June 7, 2011
by squashedmosquito
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I wanted to tell him I knew what he was going through but I couldn’t because I’ve never wanted to kill myself my stories are insignificant and yet, when I finally said I know all these feelings he paused in … Continue reading
April 3, 2011
by squashedmosquito
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There’s a quality a sensation that keeps me company I sit with it I lie with it I disconnect from it I feel numb estranged the essence of my pain ~ this tear running down my cheek reminds me where … Continue reading