Nov 5, 2012

find the potential
for love
in everyone

(c) Brooke Otto
Oct 14, 2014


Used arrow


Dead meat


New hat


Old seat


Rest feet


Battle Of Hastings, 14th October 1066.

First published 14th October 2014, 15:30 AEST.
#10w   #hastings   #1066  

Becareful who you push away
Because you might live your life
Regretting it.

Apr 26      Apr 26

when you lean down your eyes toward me
I can hear the whisperings of the universe
and when you swing down your arms toward me
I'm lifted into the wilderness
because your lips are wild
and they ravage
you found me fishing for ligaments
or maybe something to join my soul to my body
like another supplement
to feed my psyche

I'm waiting for day break
and the day you take

Luc L'arbre
Luc L'arbre
Jun 29, 2013

Tender heart and a night not over
tinder-box cast off
once the fire was blazing
and I miss that love now
in the fragile moments
when my mind can find nothing to cling to
where once I could say
  "let's call this day done
  and curl together in our shared bed"
now I simply make another coffee
and cough through another cigarette

And I'm sad, I guess
but not so sad about it
write under porchlight; backed by The Dead.

I drive way too fast
to worry about a low carb diet.

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Emily Sun Li
Emily Sun Li
Jan 13, 2014

you make my tongue want to do cartwheels in a mouth
who's already taken such a beating from your teeth, it’s almost unfair
(so cruel, so kind, to bruised lips)
(would you save a little loving for hungry hips)
that tongue can be so uptight, sometimes.
the only thing that can loosen her is liquor, love -
(sweet, sharp, a little too much - who does that remind you of?)
spills from a clumsy heart -
i imagine it soothing the flames of burning bridges
and leaving them to rest in ash.
Let the ghosts roam where they may -
leave it be, my lion
you have me
and my

Luc L'arbre
Luc L'arbre
Jun 29, 2013

Lips crackling from the heat of campfire stories,
star shaped holes cut in upturned metal drums
beam out their silhouettes and mark your face
as celestial.
You have always been and will always be


Cross-legged you stare solemn at the contained blaze
and I wonder if you wonder
like I
how it feels to be fire
and I wonder if you make those faces
by choice
or if sullen is your default expression
I think if you think
like I
that a smile is an awkward thing,
and to align my face and show my teeth,
gnarled and blackening from the constant torrent
of smoke I pour over them,
gives too much away.

Scott Hastie
Scott Hastie
Nov 17, 2014

Every new day our childrens' joy is as fresh as roses,      

Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Tomorrow will be sharp and noisy,

Like the bright spotted splash of wild flowers

That freckle the shaded tawny look of ancient meadows.

How stubborn life is,

It clings like silver in our souls.

Scott Hastie
Scott Hastie
Nov 17, 2014

Splendour sleeps

In the thick still grey skies

Of a season's bleakness.

The steady muted glow of the sun,

Its sorry circle of gold

Highlighting the snow covered,

White-edged portrait

Of a winter's afternoon.

Inside the ashes of the fire

Burn red raw.

We talk

And your eyes dance

In patterns of pleasure before me.

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