ajulea

I tried to write a basic poem of the subtle languages of us, but the words were sawdust on my tongue. (I took a Covid test just in case) I’m sorry if this is fragmented, I lost the puzzle pieces at sea. My throat is a slate marble fountain…

The sirens don’t stop wailing in harmony with humans as fatigue flames down the streets, red and raw and indigo; an inferno where faces I know are now folks I knew, even though we were strangers. Ten long years ago I held a dying magpie ro…

The shadows dance and scream as black ink dribbles down bruised skies while the maroon sunset lures me into a game of tag. Sundown is an old friend who is amused when I complain about clockwork routine and how my day’s been as long as winter…

The red tiled roof shivered while we watched the wild autumn wind paint a thousand silver stars on a fresh charcoal black sky. A few blazing beats later I caught a falling star, but it was just your hand in mine- a soft, warm, pocket-sized…

When I enter the room the first thing I notice is how many cracks the tiles have, how heavy the curtains are and how neighbours won’t tattle- broken glass creates art and jealous screams leave neon trails. I gauge the weight of the grey c…

I could have missed you like the sun misses the silent silver moon, painting a sky wide canvas with the purples and reds of longing, but bold brush strokes aren’t my style. I miss you in camera shy street corners and dark empty rooms in af…

words broke me and built me up like fire which burns and welds it destroyed the paper boat but built a ship instead I’ll miss the puddles and the streams but watch me sail the seven seas…

We sat on the raised sidewalk kicking pebbles, raising dust and watching the sun go down between green and red awnings over bakeries and boutiques. A weary tram lumbered past, painted a forget-me grey and the ground shook in its wake. Thic…

I touched the sky yesterday. And while I was reaching up, an unsure shred of it fell, through slanted rays, on parched lips. It tasted like honeydew, salted caramel popcorn and freshly squeezed orange juice. The texture was wispy, like…

Red, yellow and amber streaks and blurred neons of car lights coloured the streets post sundown, while dark shadows played hopscotch. Moths, like dusky dames with the fatal flaw of being born with wings, danced the streetlight death. Car ho…