Empire of Whimsy

Strength is shown in many places: bitten lips; grey gaunt faces; blistered hands and leathered heel pads; resistance of ugly school fads...

I'm Patsy. I'm Margot. I'm Daisy. I'm Zelda. I'm Tallulah. I'm Billie. I'm Janis. I'm Amy. I'm Amanda. ...

A heavy hand is on the earth, restricting smell and sight and breath. Euphoria of Summers passed. Winter's bite delayed. Withdrawl ...

The passage of time has never been stranger than now. Objectively, I know that we still orbit the same mass of energy. We still rise in t...

I’m culturally appropriating. You’re rating my passion through the eyes of a career gold digger looking for meaning unwritten, t...

Lady Gaia blew the sleep sand from her dust encrusted eye. Rippling verdantly she turned, serene in what she felt and why. Intrigued...

On the 10th November, I will be performing poetry at the first TEDxDouglas event. I feel immensely honoured by this and wanted to pay ...

Here breaks that wave. Awash I'm tossed from my mental enclave. At the mercy of my tidal sense current-lost inside my consciousnes...

Iconoclasts have come, at last to save us from this drudgery. This too-easy, this clear to see hegemony. But icons as they are s...

Poverty struck me down with spore shot, seething in the only air I could afford to breathe. Setting up time bombs in my bronchioles. Tax...

Go boldly, Vox; not long. Toll for joy or glow for glory. Now, hop off. On words. On show. On story. Form worlds from orbs of sorrow....

Her face I wear. His character I carry in this body of recycled proportions. Structures of lost-long generations speaking to me in lang...

We all do things for money When we’re naïve and young. They told me I’d regret it. They said the time would come When I’d want to ...

Let's have a little chat about reality TV. Just whose are these realities they're choosing us to see? To mock and martyr, revile ...

She swore that she would love him for better or for worse. From the wedding carriage to the funeral hearse. She swore that she would l...

Choices. We all have to make them. Which drink to drink. Which thought to think. Is this rock bottom Or nirvana's brink? H...

The garlic-smelling-supplement-couple. She shuffles. He carries the bags and grumpfs. Always in knitwear. Hippies, but not in the roman...

These memory-threads, they've seen it all. With sheer relief I watch them fall. These tresses teased, consuming time Created a...

Memories bright as morning bells. Sights, sensations, sounds and smells. Midnight joy perambulations Worlds of parallel imaginations Bl...

So, this is not a poem. I am breaking with my usual style to take part in a Blog Hop, nominated as I was by my delightful sister. You can...

When did what we were give way to what we have become? Which straw broke the way back? When did we stop having fun? When did I start ex...

Fizzing, I lie here. Desirous pulses pooling. Body stubbornly not cooling. I turn to prevent my indiscretion. Auto-scolding for the sit...

Discoveries of coal-glowing idealists, Humour and admirable women. Leit- motifs, themes and long term schemes. Music and compliments. C...

They call it a stroke, but a stroke's a caress, A present borne through gentleness. T'would be better to call it a bolt from the ...

Our Archduke's hard to pinpoint But in rearview will come clear. I'm watching repeats of the 20th And foretelling the future in ...

Malformed. Miscreated. Discombobulated. Disconsolate. Bereft. Endeavours. Enburdened. Encapsulated. Entropy. Desolate. Disinteres...

"The dinner ladies in the chronic canteen serve up portions; big, small and green. They dole out rations of little yellow pills and...

Forever fancy-dressed In costumes that hide in plain view. Self-betraying underachiever Charges forward with a smile on her face. Sleep...

As older I grow, the more that I know and learnings I should share. A pretty young face and adventurous tastes can lead you anywhere. B...

I whisper words of long lost loves and could-have-beens and never-was and remind myself of times there were when She was alive and I was...

Itsnotareal Town was once a thriving centre with market-bustle busy-ness and off-season in the Winter. A quaint and happy tourist trap....

Four words to describe what you are to me Are: butterflies; sufficient; strong and synchronicity. Knowing and accepting. As solid as the ...

Found a flower 29th October. A red carnation, on Claudio's way back from a baptism in Milan. Today, the 25th of November- it is still a...

I relearned what it is like to be thirteen years old And carefully ignored my heart-shaped gaping bleeding hole. I'm free to roam the...

I think on lessons from regrets, But pride and anger interject. It's still too soon to take it back. Despite maturity's honesty ...

The mass debates that circulate On beauty, form and fuzz Revolve, it seems, on lost esteem And a bitchy, mean-girl buzz. Too thin, too ...

I dreamed I swam down Tynwald Street Upon a cloud of milk. I smiled and waved to passers-by, to mongers of all ilk. I front-crawled ove...

Here she comes, ringing the constants. Holding the world in her manically proprietous glare, anticipating offence, with perpetually rais...

I had another of those conversations. The ones that start with, "Can I just have a word?" and end with both parties disconsola...

The poison toad squats as a mucilaginous spite-pat over his ever-diminishing domain. Occasionally he lumbers in oozing bullious wheedle...

This place is awash and for once it's not metaphorical. Unsympathetic observers  remark that it's hardly a world class disaster ...

Once upon a rum soaked night The boy with scars external Met the girl with scars internal. Her asbestos heart was set alight. The scars...

Somehow he oozes free from a car designed for a being a fraction of his mass. Ego-swollen, he appears to have made an inescapable life ...

It is a testament to psychiatry and a chip on her lumpy shoulders that she is still alive. Once so sensible by profession now a narciss...

He is jarring against the concrete, high street, 60% viscose, quick fix, app twisted backdrop. He swims into focus- rough hands, soft ey...

Every day I read the news with growing trepidation. It’s regression on a massive scale. The end of civilisation. We’re not pun...

A handful of sugar. A penny of salt. A pinch for your thoughts, your light and your faults. A tight squeeze. A light squeeze. Freshly ...

You tongue your way to my pleasure. Fist claws cotton. Breath escapes. The film plays on - Unwatched. Sunlight plays on your spin...

Just one more clown in his circus you are. Such a public mockery. You are a tool in his all-consuming self-love. Unwilling to face the o...