Poems for Niamh

Pouring salt water places it should not be They left their perfume then They left you Calvin Klein In2you Her, ironic. Each morning I drown myself in the smell of the first time we met, in the smell of the first time I touched your hair, in the smell of the first time I cut… Continue reading Poems for Niamh

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Poetry Under Pressure

This was wrote during a rather intense Miesner activity at Rose Bruford. I kind of liked it, unrefined and unfinished. We burned up like an asteroid in the atmosphere. We burned up like an astronaut's incorrect equation. We burned up like two lovers too close to the sun, too close To the souls of each… Continue reading Poetry Under Pressure