On Writing

Poem 343 – I Know Why Skin

Alert: There is a curse word in this poem I know why skin I know why it existsto containAll. Of. It. thepainthegorethepleasurethedarktheconfusionthebloodthehopethegraspthedesperationthedreamthepassiontheorgasmthelosstheslobberthemuscletheknowingtheempathytheragethefearthenoisethepasttheliesthestoriesthetruththefirethetastethejoytheheartthelove the What the Fuck of It Allthe glorious hasty extraordinary vomitous victory of Living (yes, I know it is not indestructible that it changes reshapes reflects redefines holds the codes for my every… Continue reading Poem 343 – I Know Why Skin

On Writing

Poem 47 – the intimacy of skin

the intimacy of skin “…how come, how comeI anticipate nothing as intimate as history would I have had a different lifefailing this embrace with broken things…”From ‘thirsty’ by Dionne Brand nothing is more intimate than skin       the bag of itmighty body buttress   claspingthe broken & betrayedcupping loss in a wrinkled elbowstanding at attention on the… Continue reading Poem 47 – the intimacy of skin