Bedroom Conversation
There was nothing I could do
It just happens sometimes
No, I can’t always control it
I’m sorry your mother noticed
You think it was awkward?
It was an unfortunate erection
Stop laughing; it’s not funny
That’s killed the mood
I’m going to sleep
* I posed the challenge to the members of Post It Note Poetry to write an awkward sexy poem for Valentine’s Day. This is my effort.
Lawnmowers
the dividing line of suburbia:
a rickety paling fence
observations made of a
greener side
without adequate qualification
in acts of comparative jealousy
take up your lawnmower
and follow me
there’s a garden to care for
and it’s not on the
other side
of the fence
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Box Of Matches
Prometheus’ gift reduced
to domestic convenience
packaged and shelved
waiting for the sulphurous
strike against the edge
a flare ignited
will it burn
twice as bright
and half as long?
Pick one.
Strike it
and see
The Shortest Distance
Between two people
the shortest distance
is not the coupling
of breathless nakedness
with whispered
secrets betwixt
ear and pillow
but in the extravagance
of the simplest gift
that costs naught
but time
Untitled
When my fears
become a turning point
for courage
and my doubts
make me believe
I will know what
it is to stand upon
feet of clay
against the
turning tide
Scavenging
She throws crusts
to the seagulls
gathers them close
sends the birds scattering
as she runs
kites on invisible strings
the birds return
as though reeled in
to scavenge on what
she feeds them
before she shoos
the birds to the wind
again
and again
The essence of creativity is the permission to make mistakes.
Creativity is stifled when you believe you no longer need to take risks and make mistakes.
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Modern Art of Convenience
The gallery’s lights
focus his attention;
precise, sharp, clear.
He glances left and right at
the great expanse of art
and views with a critical eye,
studied poise and the artist’s frames.
A tinny voice grates through
the loudspeaker,
“Can I have a price check
from fruit and veg
to register four?”
Verisimilitude
Fear has a
funny way
of telling you
you’re wrong.
Which means
you’re probably
right.
Whispers
the rain whispers
like a lover
delicately caressing
a saturating moistness
of satiated excess
soaking through
the skin
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I am an English teacher and drummer/percussionist with an interest in literary pursuits, creative endeavours, rhythmic permutations, theological amplifications and comedic outbursts.
Here you will find my creative detritus: articles on living a creative life and writing explorations.
And other ideas I have snaffled from the papers stuck on the fridge door.
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My collaborative epistolary novel, "Post Marked: Piper's Reach," written with Jodi Cleghorn (@JodiCleghorn) out now via Vine Leaves Press.
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