Until I Didn’t

I liked the way you’d pull my hand under your skirt under restaurant tables,
The way you smelled when you were turned on…

Not So Far Away

A world so grey
The word ‘enigmatic’
A powerful ray

The Bruise

A shade of amethyst
but duller.
It hurts to look
and the hand quivers at the touch.

Possessed

I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second.

End of Days

Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.

When I Go

It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?

Returning from a Swim on Koh Phangan

I huff puffed up the newly treeless hill
Unthinking of the change from verdant lush
To parched hardscrabble. Bailiff ants remove
Last remnants of the old guard’s ferny home.

Cycling to Riga

A faulty pedal clanks at every turn
Reminding me of all that isn’t right.
It’s how I manage on this sort of trip.
By nature sedentary, I have to pound

Shanghai, 1986

Rory’s latest poem is based on a trip he took to Shanghai in 1986 in his best, crumpled, clothes…

Avalon

Avalon was written based off personal experiences and is an attempt at using both lyrics and soundscapes to tell an intricate story of love, loss, identity…