I have…held a decapitated human head in my hands, sliced neatly in half, and marvelled at the astounding beauty contained within.
I wrote this piece for a zine in the US. The aim was to write your life story in only a few hundred words, and it was surprising for me to see which of my experiences flowed out of my pen.
Fragile layers and hidden freedom
You buy your first stilettos, four inches high and fire engine red. You can’t quite strut in them yet, but you will.
The world breaks everyone, and many are strong at the broken places. / Ernest Hemingway I hid this for a long time. Mostly because I sent it off to a publisher, but also because it’s without a doubt my most personal piece on RB. It was accepted by the publisher and recently I read it aloud at the book launch. Yasemin Sumner (who also had a story published in the same book) and Luckyvegetable said my voice didn’t tremble at all. I think they were being kind. After all, when you read your diary out to a room full of strangers, you’re allowed to shake a bit.
I just love the way she stares me down / Like she wants / My blood Thick / On toast
Edit…thanks also to all those who I see have viewed and read this poem. Cheers. Nice to have visiters ,) A poem that just evolved today – the way poetry sometimes does. Somehow intuitively, somehow from somewhere that must belong to me. Bits of me. It uses words and combinations of words that have come together over months I think, and which I’ve saved (as bits), and then constructed / reconstructed and grown. This poem has become an open interpretation of what stops, what gets in the way and what, maybe, should never have been. This is also a distraction from study :) Peace.
And further / That love / Has me marked / Has me tattooed And naked / For life
A writen piece for a challenge in the Gay Sexuality group. This written work goes with Gordon Merrick Justice’s image which was inspired by it. The next stage in this group’s challenge is for me to create a visual piece to go with some of his writing.
tattoos, piercings, hair dye .. / all the things that bring brightness / and beguilement to your plumage
Written a wee while ago for the very same, previously mentioned, tattooed wonder. And yes, he is a wonder. He keeps me wondering, all the time. lol
See the beauty look at my skin / run your fingers over every inch
Someone writiing about inked skin
I had my first tattoo at 13 years of age. Reason being, to emulate my father who had tattoos. In the early 60s’, in the…
i could suckle the sticky coconut milk from the corners of your mouth
Joni Mitchell has a lot to answer for…
Most of us associate tattoos with bikers, pirates and bad guys and the tattoo parlor a sleazy shop hidden in the back streets that open a…
This is a piece I did for the local paper about a friend of mine who recently opened a Tattoo palour in Upwey. / IT’s great to see talented peoples dreams realised and it’s even more fun to sing their praises (well it is to me)
So i’m 21 now… and .. well… i’m stoked!
I wanted to share my tattoos and their meanings. I have lots of people ask me, so I am finally going to explain it all. :)
List of my tattoos. / Pictures too, (if they work :P)
my 1th solo show!
join me for a fabulous show!
As soon as we’re in the dark room, she grabs me and kisses me again, she unbuttons my shirt and runs her freezing hands up my chest,
third instalment, saucier from suggestion
When Summer drops / onto the city / like an overripe fruit / I dream your kisses / like steam / rising from the asphalt / after the rain
The tattoo expanded and contracted like a big ol’ bull-frog.
For the Flash Fiction Weekend Challenge – Frog Tattoo 150 Words. (I have counted twice!! :) )
She saw him come for her. She lay in bed with widening eyes and saw his shape fill the doorway, knife extended.
A little story inspired from a conversation with a friend, and a 15min writing challenge, using the words ‘tattoo’, ‘flayed’ and ‘tarot’.
Tattoos! The more, the merrier! Pink or blue dyed hair or both! Spike it or shave it!!!
A woman finds her independent voice in a popular song.
Dragons will die today / On chests and backs. / Love/Hate clenched fists / Will swell the ranks of / Skinhead fighters
I wrote this poem to go with my photograph ‘The Decorator’ / here / It was during the time of football related hooliganism and skinheads in the 70s.
The minute the first needle pierced my skin / I began to hate it.
Exploring regret
I dreamed last night that I was tattooed
I really dreamed this happened and I still haven’t payed the $120. Getting a tattoo doesn’t seem as scary anymore.
She understands what the ink across his knuckles means.
slight language warning. The knuckle head engine, is a Harley Davidson V-Twin engine which derived its nickname from the fact that the rocker boxes resemble two knuckles on the back of a hand closed into a fist. A knucklehead is also an informal fool or idiot.
My hobbies are wig spotting and eating red fruit.
I think I like this girl…..a continuation of The kohl girl & her lime pips. Something playful to welcome summer.
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