It was just like yesterday
when we sat on your porch
feeding the kookaburras
you folded mince
between your fingertips
and placed it on the railing
knowing that at any moment
the birds would fly in
it was one of those mornings
when the sun had come up
and the air was still fresh
with the dawn
we didn’t talk a lot
not because we had nothing to say
but because the silence
meant much more
I knew this was going to be
one of those moments
a memory that stays with you
to be recollected
I think you knew that too
we thought it would last forever
and had all the time in the world
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
I found out from my DNA
that I’m part Roma
gypsy, traveller, dreamer
I used to see that freedom
in my mother’s eyes
the curve of her nose
bold and brave
unlike mine that curved small
the olive skinned women
on her side
so different from
my legacy of vikings
her black curly hair
became light brown curls in me
my spirit
never staying in one place for too long
the need for freedom
my love for poetry
and dreams of the future
all of this
lived within me too
I heard the cries of my ancestors
as they rose through history
to embrace me
through my mother’s arms
finally
everything made sense
and I was home
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC
We try again
the late nights
curled up on the couch
arms entangled
from longing
locking gazes
like the first time
breathe ourselves into
some kind of connection
that will only last
a moment, until
the silence creeps
in once more
the phone goes quiet
and the shadows on the couch
grow longer and
darker
then we try again
but this time
we are bone on bone
we have worn ourselves away
from too much aching
and all that’s left
is silence
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:38 PM UTC
At summer's end
you are a miracle
sleeping on my shoulder
we are dying and dancing
in the soft light
of autumn
an ocean of sea and salt
I lick the salt
from your chest
we have dissolved
our heavy limbs
climbing like
grapevines
we can be anything
the roar of the sea
the calm dream
of death
I am flooded
and complete
at the same time
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
After a year of making changes
I've thrown out old clothes
crockery
and judgements
screamed at my reflection
in the mirror
sat with myself
for the first time
and had a conversation
realised I'm not bad
to talk to
contemplated
getting older
accepted mortality
understood
what it means to die
reclaimed my sexuality
revisited my younger self
who never really left
watched the wind pass through
the magnolia tree
witnessed their flowers scorch
in the summer sun
only to rebloom again
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC