Poetry and prose

Poetry and prose


From Ultramarine ……….click here to buy

June 16

We arranged to meet outside a bar, low toned phone voices: we talked of bus stops and caviar, your voice was an insistent whine of life flying broadside hitting you in the eye leaving you shadowed. You were exotic in your hue, proud of a lineage that spoke of wide spread beaches, sweated rum punches.  I was interested in your story, had time and space for another human suffragette; listened to your flight until the night faded with the lamplight and my blood ran cold.    You called and I was kind not wanting to further ignite a no go situation.


Obsession feeds the air

like arsenic

making it difficult to breathe

it tarts the tongue

leaving raw taste buds

beats heavy in the heart

jump sideways

corrodes bones.


I can get obsessed

by a lipstick colour

by a chocolate biscuit

by a pair of eyes.





You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted to drown with you, so no one else would look through my eyes and see you.  I was terrified it was obscene I couldn’t breathe and the only way I was going to win was to teach you to be free like me.



Obsession seals lips

leads to murder

blood assuaging anger

the violet throws of longing.

I’m obsessed by your longing

have no finger to stick

in the dyke of escape

no deals to make.




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