Woman in Phone Booth riffs, like an extended sonnet, on an imagined photograph.
Woman in Phone Booth
Tag: poem
One Final Blaze
In all this red gore, suffering
and servitude oozing across
2020 Night Vision
Tyranny Tastes Terror.
Reactionary Roars Resound
The Heart’s Exhaustion
Stripped of all the colors that create me,
Bare as the bones beneath my skin
The Choice
This poem hopes to combine compression with metaphors that achieve a resonance so as to offer the reader a trip into the indefinite.
Pain Cuts Deep Into Our Lives
There are times when sadness creeps in,
filling the space that love left empty.
Alone Woman
A blatant depiction of loneliness, and isolation enmeshed with a longing desire to belong somewhere; even if only for a little while
a matter of taste
A short meditation on the chemical properties of chocolate.
Intimacy
A poem about everyday love.
Painted Room
In memory of my late Father who passed away suddenly and the long night that I have made home.
Minefield
The world revolves,
sun casts the fields pink and yellow.
How to preserve freedom?
Meditating on Aboriginal women’s tragedy and the issue of law regarding prostitution and ultimately freedom.
magnetron
Who is the butterfly, who the flower?
Neat
This poem reflects on the life of a writer.
Self Portrait Through Convex Lenses
I relax, limbs spread across the bed.
Under a comforter I roast on a spit
My little piece of hell
A poem about feeling trapped in a life that I am well aware I should be out of for many reasons.