I’m the wordsmith
you left tongue tied
by a missed sentence
when your breath met mine

I’m the lost girl
who tosses and turns
Poured into an ice cream maker
But it’s broken
and my ice has thawed
into everything
I leave unspoken


I’m the dancer
with battered and broken feet
But then I rose
onto bruised tip-toes
so I could taste your lips

Monster Mine

You were a friend once,
though I remember not when

You, the heart within a stone
not warmed by any star

Or grace

You were
the monster under my bed

You were
The smoke as it rose
The dance of battle reflected by flame

As brick flakes and crumbles
under the dragons’ fire
in cobwebbed corners of my mind

You were the doors flying open
when I had run out of crime

The pale hands on my heart
that keep it beating

The zippo caught and flared, a crime
that took my breath
but kept me breathing

I search for a faint flutter
for even a trace
to prove I am alive

That you are not all we are

That somewhere, I may still linger
without having become you.


My great love


like me.

Wounded animal
springing, wild angles

like me.

broken ballet
each step
a stumble.

Can I rise
after so many
fragmented tumbles?


by step
when falling
I close my eyes.

Daily tarot draw- Justice

The card of the day is Justice, and she is, in an odd way appropriate given the events of the day. Justice is here to remind us that no matter how high the mountain or deep the lake, the scales will find themselves in balance once again. Note the soft blues and other light colours of the card that offer a sense of calm and gentleness juxtaposed with the stern face holding the scales themselves.

Most individuals afraid of the Justice card have something to hide and live in fear of their secrets seeing the light of day, or have built their foundation upon the sands of lies and deception.

Beware, for if you have skeletons in the closet they will see the light of day. It’s one small reason why honesty and an open mind and tongue are the best policies to live by. For those lacking the ability to live by their own ideals or adhere to any kind of authenticity, the card acts as a warning.
The truth will always out.

For those who feel run down, victimised or who are struggling with some obstacle created by corruption or depravity the Justice card is a ray of hope in a world of shadow. Though it may feel as though the darkness has swallowed the world everything ends, even the night. The world operates in perfect balance: winter to summer, blooming flowers to dying trees. It may take a lifetime or a year that feels as such, but believe me when I say that karma is a bitch and Justice is her big sister.

You cannot escape the scales the gods hold, or the tide of the universe as it works to right wrongs caused by the depraved, ignorant and rarely those who are genuinely evil. The Justice card is here to remind us that what goes around comes around again; life is a carousel that never ends but may briefly paused to expel those unworthy of the ride.

For some the Justice card represents a time to take action, to stand against those who have behaved callously and with little regard for the people and other creatures in their lives. The Justice card doesn’t want excuses or platitudes and has no place for gaslighting. Justice exists in the now and encourages us to bring the correct level of good versus bad to the world.

These results do not come about with complacency: this is a card that encourages action while offering reassurance that honesty within oneself and the world at large will bear fruit and that if the action and message are truthful, fruit will be born no matter how long it takes.

Everything. ends.

This is applicable to both the good and bad, but life is a game of swings and roundabouts. Life loves her little curveballs that much is obvious but with enough strength of will a path can be forged by oneself. However, if the path is corrupt or damages others whether via malicious intent or simple neglect the tax man will come calling at one time or another,

Sometimes Justice may feel wrong, for example informing a psychiatrist of the mind games a family member plays which leads to the involvement of social services. Or reporting a boss/other professional figure and while at first you may be beaten down with words and admonishments, the trick is to stay the course. We are conditioned by those who are abusive and fly in the face of the natural order to feel guilty when we take a stand against those who have wronged us; our current society is one that encourages a passive attitude and tells us to play down the wrongs done for the sake of peace and quiet. Do not lose hope. The universal force of Justice is impartial and cares only for what is good and right, and bringing the world back to the correct order.

I.e. if you’re a shit human, best start running for all the good it’ll do you.



Brother, deceased

It only takes a moment

for a world to fall to ruin

A phone ringing against the dark

then silence

Lions dressed in neon

A dolls’ house

for a hiding place

from tears you cannot understand

your own river canyon face

is incomprehensible

You only know you have been forgotten

that this is the end

The world of hollow eyes

punctuated by awkward stares

that flicker away

with the speed of a candle going out

Dreams the only world you care for now

The only ones who care

A quiet room

A locked door

A procession of grief

You don’t know why they mourn

but you recognize being a lone oak

among a valley of aggressive thorns


swiftly losing leaves


that you have become an afterthought

A doll that barely breathes


When the concrete was your duvet

Blinding neon beams your nightlight

Flickering eyelids

you’d never close fully to the world

And the river

Diaphanous as wings

A butterfly cries out clearly

as the water sings

The city’s oldest morgue

A deep freezer for the bodies

of those who were lost

but one day will be found.

You learned to live with death

and the spattered paint of human violence

Those stains have washed out

but it has left a brand on the birdcage

that cradles your heart.

The curried goat you swallow

Casual, in the face of anarchy

The rats and cats emerge

from long buried facilities

They twirl in a form of ballet

Delivered by the scent

that floods the tunnels for miles

Roads of broken smiles

and a world we left behind.

The flash of steel in bras

with no wires

Your head held as high as the moon

as songs of the sirens

works themselves into a lather

The adrenaline

The endless flow of scarlet ink

that once held a palace of memories.

When the streets were marbled with the rivulets

and remains

that no rain could weep away

When cemeteries opened their gates

to listen to whispered words

When you were on the brink

The edge of the bridge with no care

A bottle and a cigarette to carry

you into flight

while the others danced and laughed and screamed

That was love

And you were a real girl.

In Dreams (Lyrical Poetry Project)

I have never seen a rainbow
that didn’t fade
but I have seen where the stars go
in evening shade

and in my dreams
I will forever call your name

lonely sky wraiths as reminder
we hearts are small
fragile thread for the book cover
glittering jewel

When the grim marble outlasts us
Once, we were here
What will remain? Stones etched with love
Once, we grew here

And in dreams
We dance together in the rain

And in the stories we’ll forget
sleeping wolves lay
We won’t spin the tales of regret
That blood soaked day

The beauty that we remember
Just ephemeral as embers

This piece is based on In Dreams by Howard Shore


I tried
to water

in the cavity of your chest.

I failed
to find surcease
or peace

No nourishment for my atrophied roots.

You know
all the rest
by now

The barren soil we had
sold out in one breath.