Can you do the things to me that I can write poetry about
Tears don’t swallow me whole anymore. They just kiss methe way you do. Salt lingers on my skinfor a while. Then gone,the way of waves, …
Author: Teresa Lawler
This Is Not Our Time
I’d rather endureall of the sadnessthan remain Unknowing.Bring me back,hold me. Together in the spacesbetweenwisdom and light.Steer me away from grey waters,with depths unclear.Keep me …
A brief history of the word ‘innocent’
Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel,Mary (virgin, not whore). Be persecuted. Be a heroine.Just make sure you’re fuckingInnocent.Otherwise you deserve this,your unbecoming. By all means, be …
Reflections on clouds and whether they can form a longer-term relationship
When we were young we wereAn Excellent MatchEveryone said soTold us soWe told us soCommon interests, you know, the usual things: sense of humour, musicAgainst …
lampshade
Noosa. Sitting outside by ajacaranda tree.I tip my glass, hopefully, searching forthe last golden droplet to savour. A smile falls on my face.The sun’s warmth …
beginnings are endings are beginnings again
Lockdown is over now. This feels Significant. Freedom I guess, for some of us, those of us who aren’t still trapped In prisons In high …
both/and
Leaves flickerTrees murmur gently to each otherLight breeze touching my skinTemperature a gentle nothingGreys and greens of the eucalyptDancing, swaying, pausingBefore cheering on the next …