Poetry & Writing

Where the olive trees ache

Where the olive trees ache loves lesions bleed into milky trees where the silver tinder cracks at my every footfall – where the flies flit excited at my attention you scrubbed my wounds when the soldiers left the priest, the bastard, burnbranding dust into trodden sweat sodden souls that scratch cruciform late you said he’d… Continue reading Where the olive trees ache

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What will I do with the flowers you left?

What will I do with the flowers you left ? What will I do with the flowers you left now the windows have stopped shaking ? I punched the dimple from your cushion hours ago with a soothing smoothing wave loosed now Pushing my fist deep into the muddy well of my soul I grabbed… Continue reading What will I do with the flowers you left?