-
Summer Storms
It rained all summer, but nobody else saw storms. I drowned a little. Drowned in dejection, my own storms of solitude. Early morning rain. Late night, was the same. I’m hopeful, sun might return, but who really knows? Bright beaches, lost, lights out. My lighthouse, losing the will. I want to sparkle.
-
Ferries To Nowhere
Dainty at the docks, I am surrounded by space and spirits. Reading tarot for Pocahontas, while I wait for this new world to make sense. Boats go to and fro, freedom, so temptingly close. I could go, over the barriers and into the waiting water, onto a boat, to wherever she goes, unsanctioned adventure. Summer…
-
Affirmed
I wrote to a therapist this morning. Detailing my drama, that I playfully play off as diva behaviour. I think, what I really want, is to be affirmed, for all the maddening sadness to be heard, confirmed and then confined, to weeping pages, airtight cages, where it can’t follow me. I used to want to…
-
Balcony
Building dreams on my balcony, breaking and rebuilding myself, breathing smoke, in and out, as the sun sets, my drink follows her down, until my glass is empty and lonely. I lift her anyway, out of habit, letting her coolness balance on my lips, as my balcony dreams swim beneath me, in the cool waters…
-
Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Seven
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World They’re dead. We got there, and everything looked normal. They live… they lived in a remote area, and it just looked so… normal. Mum’s house is one of only three on the road, with just a little corner shop for company. The whole place was…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 