I am so delighted to share I got to do a reading for the wonderful and longstanding Cobalts Poet Reading night. It’s been running every Tuesday night in LA since 1984 by poet Rick Lupert. You can watch the whole online Open Mic on Facebook. If you’d like to see my two poem reading. At 1hr 1mins…
In the quiet and silence I had a voice and used it But nobody listened. it was 2015. Never mind the warnings or revelations. Then I got ‘friends’, an ‘audience’ and I found ‘God’ my voice disappeared it was 2016. five years later in the quiet of depression in the depths of an abyss…
It seeped into my life when I was a little girl Mother made me look in the mirror She forced me Flaw after flaw Made me look at the floor. I could never see any lightness in me It was all dark dark Misery never left me. Love was my cure Or so I thought.…
We are the heir To Blair In academia we make our bet They get into debt. Fortune is linear? Starve, charge and never recharge. Let’s get skinnier. We are living it up Naivety of a pup In the workplace we are like slaves Then at night we rave. Our big break will come. Chase, trace…
I feel it in my chest, the grip of heartache. He won’t let me go. His hold is tough on my love. My heart aches from his unrelenting hold on my heart His hold on my body I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe All the way to the…
I walk alone along the same path as Matisse. Near the river I find a bench and sit reading Colette, lost with Claudine. In my hand is a little gift bag I could not resist earlier buying yet another silk slip dress and robe I am so charmed by the boutiques and tried on many…
My Louis Vuitton luggage is rugged as I excitedly get out my precious dresses and jewellery I have been saving my best dresses for this trip These garments have waited years to be worn and are faintly whispering gratitude as they delight in being in the City of Lights Holding them upon my body, I…
You are gazing at my favourite painting, so, I stand back and wait. A girl walks to you. My eyes cast down. Distracting myself I search for a sculpture. When I find it I am tempted to touch the white marble: An embrace by cupid. Secretly, I wish to be kissed the same way. It…
