#59 (smile of bone)


a ten-sided dice


whose teeth it might kick out

a bloody seven

on pristine paper

writhing red lines


dressed in black

I paint my face

whites and greys

dark hollows for eyes

an everlasting

smile of bone


jokes and laughs

and all that

but seeing the face

of Death

is something

I take serious

and the restlessness

in your gazes

is a testament


a two-sided blade

wishing for it

to tear apart

the veil

for one night

giving way

for the lost ones

shining a light to guide them

on their carnal


removing my mask

I see it left a mark

under my face

the bones are radiating

as I remember

being ash and dust


on a fall storm

*29th October 2016


#58 (the beacons long unflamed)

It’s not easy

being green

but green is coursing

through my veins

in witching hours

power grows

to fight

what’s trying

to divide

the darkest skies

the brightest night

may scorching sun may storm may  snow

I praise my love

I keep it low

I hum

I chant

I dance

I spin

to nourish  wisdom

deep within

the wells are dry

I call the rain

to fill the earth

to show the pain

you never ever walk alone

my thumb caresses

beloved stone

I call my sisters, brothers, mothers

we need to be a sting

that bothers


who look for gain

ignoring pain

the very earth they walk on


their names are hidden

tomes of paper

once woods

protect their

deepest flaws

and while they smile

I whet my claws

the shadows keep me calm

and warm

I call upon the fire’s arms

to light the beacons

long unflamed

but now

their light

cannot be tamed

I walk in beauty

dance in pain

I cry my name

and burn my shame.


24th October 2016

#57 (unblemished/unbothered)


the faces of our constant companions

nails failing to scratch their shiny faces

yet still leave a mark

just some strokes

on the ever-patient extension

it’s only words

everybody does it

it will be forgotten in a few days


are the minds we touch

without touching them

fiddling away

our seconds

feeding the ugliest parts

within ourselves



reaching out

from  the abyss of dark glass

we remain


22nd October 2016

#56 (the bones of my dear ones)

One poem a day

keeps the doctor away

or some other nonsense

we were listening to

growing up

between the cracks

in the wall

and the ones in our memory

we kept each other sane

by remembering

the sunny patches

within the landscape

of our childhood

not broken

maybe a little torn

your shoulder always felt

a little bony

I still leaned on

I don’t mind the bones

of my dear ones

21st October 2016


#55 ( to my unborn siblings)

nothing more than

a fragment of my memory

I was born into this world

while you didn’t get this chance

the choices

my mother made

were hers

and although it saddened me

to learn about them

respect is all I have

even if I didn’t want to know

I was told

some secrets don’t stay hidden

yet the choices remain

the same

I couldn’t become your brother

that wasn’t up to me

I don’t even know if there ever was a “you”

so I wrote this monologue.

after someone else

 had made the right choice

 for their lives

Who am I to judge?

Who are you to judge?

*5th October 2016