Walking home in the dark though a quiet city of amber streetlights. My hood’s up and it’s just cold enough that this jumper isn’t thick enough. I’d stumbled out of that doorway in a hurry, eager to stand in the street and breathe in the cool sooty air I remembered. I haven’t planned on leaving … Continue reading Streetlights – an experimental short story
Month: August 2016
Stars
I look at you the way other people stare at stars. Making wishes between your breaths- Watching your hands move in a graceful orbit, Fingertips from another universe on a course far away from me. Counting the galaxies within your eyes, lost in all their colours and lights. How lucky I am that we happened … Continue reading Stars
An Anniversary
One year ago, 12 months, 365 days, 7,363,289 sighs of despair, 3,363,840,000 beats of my heart, Since my scrawled down words found their way here. Before this my scribbled thoughts lay undecipherable in bleeding ink between the pages of dusty notebooks, My words silent, cold and unheard. Thank you for listening – until next year … Continue reading An Anniversary
~waves~
Rippling sun-warmed waves to dip our feet into, Letting the ocean coax us in a toe at a time. Throwing playful splashes between bubbles of laughter, We kit up for the journey ahead. Beyond our rippling fingertips lay everything in shades of blue-green crystal. A window into another world, Except through this mirror’s surface we … Continue reading ~waves~
Grey is my favourite colour
In between the dark grey and white lines of books lie the brightest of worlds, When the clouds are ashen and blue they hold the most violent storms, From here everything in space shines silver. Concrete towers holding human existence loom over, And lovers hiding in grey-black shadows Bars pulsing with music and smoke … Continue reading Grey is my favourite colour
A Eulogy for Ana – Thin Air
Gulping down nothing Doing lines of empty plates Injecting thin air and water in-vain Stomach filled with swirling dust Friendships left out to rust Flesh falling off the bone Living in the negative spaces They said home was where the heart is- So you got lost between your ribs, One bite forward two bites back … Continue reading A Eulogy for Ana – Thin Air
I’m Not in Denial
Yes I'm drowning in white-wine, but self-medicating isn’t a sin These pills could be over the counter – they’re only a little bit stronger One glass, two glass, three glass, four, Empty bottles hidden under the kitchen floor Passing out is just sleeping deeply And I threw up because my stomach’s been feeling weak lately … Continue reading I’m Not in Denial
Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Walking through wildflowers in spring, My throat red-raw from screaming your name. Walking in the footsteps of ghosts, Running my fingers across the bark that you touched. Echoes of us still swirl around in the wind, Or at least in skies in my mind. For each twig snapping, leaf moving, I turn around expecting you … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Alicia Jones Poetry 