by phoenix | May 30, 2010 | Poetry
In the beginning Love is wordless It is the touch of skin Suckling. A cuddle in the dark. Then love is simple I love you mama Means you are my world And you are comfort and Healing to me In teenhood love is mercenary. I love you ma means Thanks for letting me Borrow...
by phoenix | Apr 6, 2010 | Poetry
I am not entirely certain how any of us make it through unscathed, what with spitting frying pans just out of reach and the temptation of roundabouts reversing cars in driveways epidemics from exotic locales the drunk driver who slams into the rear of the car...
by phoenix | Dec 13, 2009 | Poetry
Here’s how I imagined it: Take one house, preferably custom-built; add careful wrought-iron fixtures and a wooden spiral stair, ceiling-high bookshelves, a garden filled with lavender and wisteria. Place in a rolling yard backing onto rainforest, a sandstone...
by phoenix | Aug 7, 2009 | Poetry
In the still night, you, the moon, the water. Safe in my belly, my little turtle, Come venture into the light, my daughter Amidst the chaos, her father caught her, held her tight, so, tiny, poignant, mortal. In the still night: you, the moon, the water. Those first...
by phoenix | Jun 15, 2009 | Poetry
Your hold on the earth is so much less tenuous now I have sustained you with my body amazing thought your mouth to my breast eyes locked with mine filled with trust tiny hands tracing ancient angelic sigils on my skin your voice has changed from the frail bird-like...
by phoenix | Aug 8, 2008 | Poetry
I want to be worm food. Give me a while yet, under the sun, but then, when it’s time, lay me down under a gum tree and let it feed on me. I want to be worm food. Let those sightless beasts wriggle into secret cavities, making me richer, tastier, more nutritious for...
