by phoenix | Sep 25, 2014 | Poetry
It’s past time, people. Rise up. How foetid does the stink of corruption have to be? Rise up. How much ice has to melt? How many fires burn? How many forests? How many teenagers must be shot? Rise up! How many journalists must be jailed for you? When will the...
by phoenix | Sep 23, 2014 | Poetry
Blank pages have always intimidated me And I hesitate to describe minutiae again Lumps and aches, dull anchor points into limb And earth and stretched muscle when I crave flight Gift me air. Gift me uplift. Gift me weightlessness. Kiss me into...
by phoenix | Jul 7, 2014 | Poetry
It is a lynchpin of my life Outsider on the inside Yet I slide under radar Designed to trap my fellow Queers, genderfreaks, Colonised souls. I infiltrate privileged spaces with my passing. I come out over and over Discomfit the comfortable I may look white But my...
by phoenix | May 7, 2014 | Poetry
A small slice of Europe. Cafe Lorca Makes me crave huevos de gamba and strong black coffee Il Papiro whispering to me of Firenze and the old bridge across the Arno looking up towards Ponte alle Grazie Bookshops that laugh at me because I’m not in the Marais and...
by phoenix | Sep 23, 2013 | Poetry
A child gashes their foot on a sharp screw, unattended. Her mother complacent, absent. A man misinterprets a word here and next thing you know, furniture raised overhead, glass tinkles as it’s smashed, drawers flung across a room leave gaping wounds in a chest...
by phoenix | Sep 18, 2013 | Poetry
And it turns out that’s unforgivable Because I’m now writing lines to you in my head Lying in the dark in my bed It doesn’t matter that I sent you other words Surreptitious in the social stream Oscar Wilde’s hand soft on Walt Whitman’s...
