Tuesday, June 28, 2011

From the back of the top dresser drawer.

That violet perfume.

My Grandfather found it
In the back of the top dresser drawer.
He was cleaning out some of my Grandmother’s things
Years after she had gone.

Years before he would be gone.

That first dab of perfume
Lingers in the middle
Of my past.

Why had it taken so long to find it?
Open it?

Passed to me
I would wear it as a child
And imagine
Violets were my Grandmother’s favourite flowers.

This was her favourite perfume.

Left behind
In my mind.

I felt closer
To her
As she now had a smell
In the constructs of my memory.

But what I thought was true
Was an imagined form.

For all I know
She hated this perfume.
Perhaps an unwanted present.

Or maybe she never got the chance
To smell the bouquet.

Whatever the answer
I’ll never know.

I’m just glad
That from the back of the top dresser drawer it was found.

It lingered
But it didn’t stay.

Someone else's uni life.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Saturday, June 18, 2011


Old friend.

A long time
Since we last met
With so many things to tell you,
I am happy
In the silence of your stare.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

I think I can see a pattern.

My Navarre.

Through it all
I'm dreaming of the space.
The time
And silence
Of the fields
That project onto the horizon.
The waterless holes
Full of ghosts,
But so close
To where I will be.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

'Fucking dumb slut'

As I wash the matted egg out of my hair
And remember the names I've been called
I pause for a moment
And wonder about the world