Online Hide & Seek

The above's the 1st round in my collage journal; it got edited down to the poem below:

Digital comes forth
to organize your life
into facebook - traces
of journeys, neon blurs
smeared on your path.

A forgettable past,
and the way it was
lost and found.

Sneak Attack

(Trying this whole Instagram thing out since my vibrant, hip niece and nephew hooked me up with an account.)

Faults

Forgiveness and Shame



Words don't come easy,
thinking, forgiving.
I don't blame what you said.
I love you.

(reaching for) the truce

Sweet pill:
he takes it straight
and passes on.
His ex-wife will be with us shortly.

Home:
long mirrored walls
he's painstakingly crafted.

All Right has fallen ill.

A white towel drops.

Pain Tracks

...lost track of
hours or days
long moments when pain
is naked, a chilled bludgeoning.
Come, lie down.
Curl up.
Wait.

Lift -
it's over.

Loud echoes
leave an imprint in the air,
a multi-coloured kite.