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Her Father Is Dead and Today Is His Birthday
I send best wishes to your ashes,flowers with bowed heads are no comfort,because I feel nothing on this day, every year.There is happiness in the days before,then hangovers,then nothing.An emptiness that is taller than you and I,an endless echo of silence that stalks me from midnight, until the twenty ninth stutters into life,and it’s not…
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I Will Not Grow Old, I Will Become A Ghost
Soft, swirling curls in a knot,jotting down the world around me from my back garden,as autumn’s chill beckons to winter,and the sunset spills across my freckled face, at four PM.This is what I will do, when I am old (if I get there). I look at my grandmother,and I know that nobody could love me…
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Pumpkins – Part Two
I checked my watch again and again. Midnight crept closer as I sat in the foyer, staring at the ticket in my hand. I still had time to leave. It would be simple to just stand up, throw the ticket away and go home, but part of me wanted to go through with it. It…
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Goodbye Garrett
Rain in Vegas,as heaven hears the news,the fate of their favourite son.Such a sweet child,lost in the lights,but always smiling,sailing down the skyline,garlands of chrysanthemums gaze at the crowd from around his neck,and white roses fill the row,landing at his feet as he bids farewell.
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My Two Fathers Are Watching
He towered over the troubled child, virtuous, virgin of hope, a child, ripped from a child herself. Messy when she fingerpaints, messy when she scribbled words that would one day become whole worlds, messy when she tried to climb the kitchen cabinets for biscuits before dinner, his very own Macarena. He had such hope for…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 