Real McCoy
my heart pricks my veins searching beneath the surface for truth. my pen tattoos me with tear-stained ink indelibly scoring my skin with an unravelling, unnerving and unrelenting pursuit of the Real McCoy. Continue reading Real McCoy
Tag: poetry
bio-dad
It took me a while to acclimatise to the phrase, at first not comprehending the teen’s nonchalant reference. It took me a while Continue reading bio-dad
succulent
the trees swoon, their bodies dancing in time with the sighs of the wind.
restless, unpredictable. Continue reading succulent
rested
Inspired by Psalm 23… Continue reading rested
Sacrifice
‘you have to give something to get something’
‘no gain without pain’
‘true success requires sacrifice’
true or false? and to what degree?
how much must I let go Continue reading Sacrifice
mute
I sucked in my breath as her words hung in the air… Continue reading mute
Cumulus
They hang together,
hustled by the wind, their cartoon-drawn edges
belying their tear-stained hues, Continue reading Cumulus
quiver
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whilst drowning…
some days,
(whilst
drowning), a life
boat
comes not
in some form of saviour, Continue reading whilst drowning…
Miriam E. Miles 