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his low mellifluous voice was so musically appealing to hear, I could sit there for hours, just smiling, and look at the love of my life and everything would feel right

» Posted By fz On 06.07.2015 @ 11:38 am


I hear them trumpets way up high
golden notes, deep and loyal
resounding through the valleys and mountainside
calling all the farmers from their toil

» Posted By fz On 11.30.2013 @ 3:59 pm


The lace made fringe patterns on the wall
threw the shadows sideways and off balance
the silhouettes danced slanted against a blank page
like tentative figure skaters along the cold, hard ice

» Posted By fz On 11.29.2013 @ 6:03 pm


I saw an old lady, toothless, with a gold glinting eye
waving patchwork against the azure sky
she flagged down the passerby with a bent and crooked arm
beckoned with a wordless sound and her worn but useful charm
they all walked past, casting stray thread glances
her stitching was thin and delicate, of honey-maple handsome
but her hands were old, and trembling, it has been years
since she made the last stitch.

» Posted By fz On 11.23.2013 @ 6:59 pm


Birds of shimmering green, flitting past the cool, dark, leaves
A flash of red, a spark of bright, shining like the neon lights
A call, a chirrup, a hushed swoosh, scattering against the pale moon

» Posted By fz On 11.12.2013 @ 2:46 pm


It spilled along the ocean
sat on top like a queen
whose reflected rainbow light
spread like a stain over-ruling
the deep.

We watch, in fascination, in alarm
at what we had done.

» Posted By fz On 11.10.2013 @ 1:42 pm


They fit their forms and cast shadows long
some of which aren’t even real
but we spy them straight face to face
and the vagueness lifts from the keyhole door

I put them people in boxes, neat and tabbed
with colourful stick-it notes for quick judgement
so that my time is straight and when we settle the score
I only need see them cast their shadows long
from the lookout of my keyhole door

But with this narrow view, the way is empty.

» Posted By fz On 11.08.2013 @ 2:52 pm


The wires were spangled awry
and smashed glass from beer bottles littered the sides
like some treasure

The fence was high
and the signs were in red like fake blood
with flat words like swatted flies

» Posted By fz On 11.07.2013 @ 4:37 pm


His car was slick and shiny and very black
prowling the city streets in a mystery
searching for the tunnels and the alleys
for his ways are a mystery

Stranger one day, a friend the next
sitting beside him, rear-view mirror check
looking out for the signs and sirens melee
for his ways are a mystery.

» Posted By fz On 11.06.2013 @ 4:51 pm


The border loomed like the edge of a page
ready to be flicked down, cast down
ready to be crossed and cast out
to trap us in when we begin.

» Posted By fz On 11.05.2013 @ 3:07 pm


I stood under a lemon tree
with my letters of love
fragrant with the scent of sweet
and sour.

I stood under a lemon tree
with my arms empty
yearning for the heart
of another.

» Posted By fz On 11.02.2013 @ 4:00 pm


Shoes with no soles to keep feet afloat
sleeves with no holes to catch the breeze
hood with no head to hide the face
jeans with no faded grass stains.

» Posted By fz On 11.01.2013 @ 3:32 pm


“Step on it,” orders his girlfriend
as they race towards the theatre
the headlights shining down like two spotlights
in the pouring rain.

“I don’t want to miss it,” she says
and they race up those steps
her eyes shining, each one holding two promises
but the rain soaks her skin.

» Posted By fz On 10.30.2013 @ 11:27 pm


Dog howls at the moon
Did the dish run away with the spoon?
Didn’t realize I was the spade
you were the heart, the bone, the jade.
I didn’t realize you were the pull
I was the push, the shove, the fool.

» Posted By fz On 10.30.2013 @ 2:08 am


flower unfurls, snaking its petals out towards the unknown
testing for time and space, and loneliness
leaves, deep-veined and green, green like envy
snags the blades before it takes the next step forward

» Posted By fz On 10.27.2013 @ 8:04 pm


They go about their daily life
walking on the sidewalk right
stepping over puddles, muddy deep
and shallow hearts.
Mirror movements stiff and mean
creased in folds and August breeze
lifts their eyes above unseen
into the bluest arc.

» Posted By fz On 10.26.2013 @ 3:18 pm


I saw the way the sun had baked the landscape
sizzling, almost spitting with disdain
the fire swept over everything
ate everything with a name

» Posted By fz On 10.25.2013 @ 3:32 pm


Did you really think that time
will let us go floating along the river
until we snag on some thorn
or get smoothed over like stone
Did you really think that affection
will wax and wane like the changing moon
and that one day I will wake up
and be not surprised at your going.

» Posted By fz On 10.23.2013 @ 3:29 pm


He had a club foot and a hawk eye
and we called him Jesus.
But in reality, he was more like a Goliath
scattering crumbs to the pigeons (we were the pigeons).
Lo, and behold! The giant who towered over us,
flicked his fingers and we scattered like fleas.

» Posted By fz On 10.23.2013 @ 1:18 am


His spirit fled into the mountains
deep inside the rock
where it carved a hollow home
and sunk below the clock
it dwelled amongst the pale things
lidless, and without legs
crawled between the cracks
of an ungodly head.

» Posted By fz On 10.22.2013 @ 1:07 am


Her hair was a golden braid
maiden with the flaxen hair
combed her tresses
in the afternoon sun
and then, wound undone
the disappearing length.

» Posted By fz On 10.19.2013 @ 3:35 pm


The music wafted from an open window
I imagined white curtains falling out
to peer into a garden
of rainforest birds

the music wafted into my life
holding words to me on a palm
pristine and perfected
from the pain.

» Posted By fz On 10.18.2013 @ 9:03 pm


Tell me what to do
what to think, and say
maybe some of my thoughts will be displaced
but I struggle to hold to knowledge
and make it mine. mine. mine.
tell me what to think.

» Posted By fz On 10.18.2013 @ 12:26 am


skull cracks, fissures align
along the nape of neck
scars adorn
the sockets depth
cannot be fathomed
by the humourless morn

» Posted By fz On 10.16.2013 @ 2:56 pm


they rushed to me
a carpet of black legs
that crawled an ocean
a blackening blush
a dead scarab wrapped
in the ancient afterlife

» Posted By fz On 10.16.2013 @ 3:30 am


elephants stamped dust into dust
zebras black and white in the dark
birds perched on the necks of giraffes
and the lion stalks his prey.

ants scurry along a trail of mud
snakes hiss soft in the grass
the hippopotamus yawns hard
and the crocodile takes.

» Posted By fz On 10.15.2013 @ 1:33 am


To say the least to you
I wouldn’t care
the date was far too quiet
in our silence we fiddled with
phones, wishing that a conversation
would erupt.

I looked across,
and saw a ghost,
an un-real version of yourself.

» Posted By fz On 10.12.2013 @ 2:07 pm


I wish I was a fish underwater
no teeth, no claws
or words that could hurt her
I wish I was a smaller thing of burden
just following…just following

Scales today, silver bream,
red blush creeps against my fin
I breathe in the sea and slide past
the message trapped in glass.

» Posted By fz On 10.11.2013 @ 10:19 pm


So i shaped him with words,
with sounds, and long even letters
he moved across pages, across worlds
that i could only barely touch
he had that no-good-stare
when i could stand to face him,

and then he stuck-out his tongue
and told me to rewrite.

» Posted By fz On 10.09.2013 @ 3:36 pm


I worried for you
when the distance silence came
again, and again
in vain my mind conjured up all sorts
to explain…to explain

but it was the no answer,
the unexpected delay
that narrowed my eyes,
squeezed my heart
made me wait…wait…

» Posted By fz On 10.08.2013 @ 2:54 pm

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