by phoenix | Apr 23, 2018 | Poetry
These things are the signs that, despite everything,there is meaning and order in the world:Fibonacci spirals on shells and ferns,on cactus and fingerprints, hurricanesand the spiral arms of galaxies;lattices in chrysoprase and mookaite,lapis lazuli and malachite,...
by phoenix | Dec 27, 2017 | Poetry, Political
1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good american years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and televised suffering that we were all Only too happy to see the back of And in a year where somehow no one noticed how...
by phoenix | Aug 29, 2017 | Poetry
Their shelves have always held mystery. Resist the urge to touch — cloth and paper and paint. I am close enough to breathe in Catullus and all his earthly urges, now sealed and almost erudite; So many spines here, leather and lust, dirt and distress. From Alexandria...
by phoenix | Jul 19, 2017 | Poetry, Political
I stand, arms outstretched as everything i know whirls around me Smashed into driftwood and debris by the tornado of circumstance They say justice is blind but I can’t help feel she’s blindfolded right now, Held to ransom as random injustice rains down on us —...
by phoenix | Apr 16, 2017 | Poetry
Inspired by a Tumblr post I now can’t find… if you recognise the story, please contact me! There’s something about scarlet cushions and 1940s jazz, Dark bars and tiny crystal goblets filled with cloying golden wine And a promise of desire that draws me...
by phoenix | Mar 1, 2017 | Poetry
These are moments that you treasure, just sitting of a sunset, Shoulder to shoulder as you reminisce. And whether it’s Those memories of women’s decisions, the baby borne or the Journey halted, the intimacies and the violations, or whether It’s gasping hysterics...
