Just finished reading at the Poetry Place ‘Shuffle’. Quiet an honour to be amongst all the amazing poets. My sister filmed the whole thing, so may post a snippet later, if anyone was interested to see. Glad my sister finally got to see me read too. Very cool place.
My amazing sister made these on paint. Go, Char. I like the dribbling dog. Although, the meat reminds me of the creepy scene from the Poltergeist, when it comes alive. I’m so shit at horror films. I have to look the film up on Wikipedia before I actually watch them, so there’s not surprises. That’s how lame I am. I probably know more about horror films then most people because of that extensive research. True that.
This is one of my favourite pictures of me and my sister, she went away on holiday and I really miss her.
– Come home soon Chars. I can’t handle family reunions without you again. Our family is too crazy to go it alone. I had to hang out with the toddler the whole time. He liked to blow bubbles, mainly aiming at my mouth, I think I can still taste the washing up liquid. xx
Only Charlotte’s Doing
With the white press of the rosary
she whimpers meaning into words,
offering the temporary comfort of prayer.
She arches her neck towards her reflection
then covers yesterday’s skin
with a thick liquid layer.
Pinch and pluck lashes
until her lids are pink –
like soft soles of a newborn.
Next she coarsely applies mascara
to the remaining stumps
congealing the damage together.
With the white press of the rosary
she whimpers meaning into words.
wordsthroughtheglass 