#perthpoetry

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Sowing stitches in my spine & painting pink on my cheeks I sang ‘Heaven Is a Place on Earth’ (with you). Wiping spilt ink off love letters perfected that read I am O.K. Are you? I didn’t realize they had been your bullets in my back.

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‘Strangers’ - Part 1. Previously published in Tenderfoot “Renewed” Volume 6, Issue 1. October 2016.

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Bodhi Mending cut heels & sucking blood from my tongue through false teeth; I won’t be the first of my kind to admit it took me a while to realize I would not reach enlightenment by reading red wine stains on my bed sheets. Bright-eyed and torn between my left and right lung, I had forgotten how to use both to breathe.

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You told me to grow up honey, the world ain’t made of magic just because the sand lights up beneath your feet at the beach, that’s just physics baby, stop searching for poems where they don’t belong. I said get real honey, you can’t speak without spitting- what makes you think I don’t know that the sand doesn’t glow? But don’t you think it’s funny, that the sand stays the same beneath your feet while you’re stepping on my words?

Grow Up Honey - Part 1 (text)

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The Sea - A recent uni assignment

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‘Grow up Honey’ (part 1)

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The Road - A recent Uni assignment.

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Small town syndrome

Whiskey sours, candy licks, split lips and broken hearts, they’re more catastrophes than people round these parts there are women with their eyelids smeared burnt-sugar-black and men with moss and mucus oozing out their backs don’t give me drowned out streetlights, spilt salt on bars or bathroom floors I’d like more than restocked liquor shelves, and beer taps growing grime- I got South Georgia on my mind.