A self-portrait - 2011 editionNow giving blood and laughter regularly!
Conservation Love PoemFor Christine and MichaelMay your love be like an adhesive which never yellows and fails;And form a strong hydrogen bond between Canada and Wales.May your love be like a favourite mug that can always be mended;Perhaps with far more Paraloid than intended.May your love be like our waterlogged wood;Mushy in some places and in others remarkably good.May your love require little consolidation and no extra grout;Because you'll remember to care for one another throughout.And may your love never corrode and fall apart;Instead let it develop a beautiful patina of the heart!Hope your happiness is a Class A material* according to Feller!* Lasting 100 years or more.
Something More ComfortableShe clad herself in Post-it notes.
AmbiguityYou call me pretty?Nice joke.
A LetterBirds,Why're you upside down?--Bats
wrists that roarmama sayspull down your sleevesthey'll see, they'll seebut no-one's even lookingi say mamatigers are proud and strongand tigers show their stripesso today i'm a tigerand who saysi can't be a tigerwhen razors made me fierceand secrets kept me lonelywho saysi can't tiger-roarwhen everything unsaidripped my throat rawi made my stripeswith tiger-claws and tiger-teethso damned if i'm not a tigerand damned if i won't roarmama, i'm a tigermama, hear me roar
I am not ObsessedWatching your metamorphosis from a naïve teen into a beautiful young woman has been the greatest experience of my life. You have enlightened me, you have changed my views on life and the world, and you have brought me from the brink more times than I care to count. My dear, you are the sole reason for my very existence. Yet you will never realize just how much I love you.For you are not the wife I married or the children I raised,Nor are you the best friend on my streetOr my most beloved sibling.That night you called the police about the man standing in your backyard marked the closest I ever came to actually stepping through your door. It was the closest I ever came to touching your soft skin or kissing your warm lips. Never again, I knew, would I have the opportunity to show you just how much I love you.I am not just another manI am not just another horny jerk looking for a freebee.I am your one and true lover.I am your caretaker.When you made the police keep watch arou
dust-centred bones she can't say she holds the world on her coathanger shoulders, but the weight of everyday drags her down like nothing else: until she thinks &
bad timing.you sat next to me on a crowded bus. you told me you were in love with a girl three thousand miles away but she didn't love you back. you told me she could of but you had bad timing and told her you loved her too late. you were a stranger then and you are still a stranger now. i told you one time i was in love and now because of it i cant listen to certain songs and i cry myself to sleep some nights. you told me that i should find a new person to love because it eases the pain.you asked for a phone number to call me at. then you asked me to be your friend. i told you i wasn't good at that. you told me you would call me despite the fact.you called me three days later at six oh three in the morning. my alarm clock had just gone off and i answered the phone to a voice i hardly recognized from our ten minute conversation. you said 'hi, my name is andrew and we met on a bus.' i told you that my name was stella and asked you why you were calling so early. 'i thought of something funny, a j
Why Peter is not a poet.Cole is eleven. Age matters in October, when twelve is the only difference between the haunted hayride and the shelled corn sandbox. Age matters when a boy says the word "shit" in school (and Cole does). But age doesn't matter when the same boy has both sneakers dangling over the edge of a 250-foot grain silo, his hands sweaty on the rungs, the state of Nebraska breathing vacant and honeyed and infinite below him. For the first time in his life, Cole can't be quantified by the candles on his last birthday cake. Cole is young, but today, he is worth saving. Three facts about Cole:1. His eyebrows are the most expressive arches his body has to offer.2. He's so terrified that his very expressive eyebrows are threatening to take up permanent residence in his hairline.3. He does not have suicidal tendencies, and later understands--for the sake of his mother's heart and Officer Roy's bladder control--that his strategies for
His Big BreakAssigned a non-speaking role.I'm speechless.
NevermoreOnce upon a- GIANT F***ING BIRD!
Life's MissionI will be extraordinary. Nothing less.
Six Word Story - DorothyHate you, hate Kansas, taking toto.
OrphanLittle boy sings himself to sleep.
Tomorrow will be better..."Tomorrow," the knife mocked, "won't come."
Fragile and Now BrokenTsk tsk, boys.Hearts aren't toys.
Love is . . ."You can have the last slice."
'Murderer'On your tombstone, I'll bleed'murderer'
ReasonWhat stops love?Restraining orders.Possibly...
My six-word memoirBorn in a snowstorm. Still cold.