Poetry art journal 2.0 (part 1)

Last year, several poetically-inclined artists from the Get Messy community started a collaboration inspired by our favourite poems. We all had a fabulous time making art in each other's journals. You can see some of the pages I created for this collaborations here and here. Unfortunately, most of the journals went missing in the post …

Make the sounds

Today's poem is a form of found poetry. It was created from doodles made while on the phone to a good friend and fragments of our conversation. I love how weird it is! * * * an ordinary guy in a suit this is a weird practice shape your mouth in a particular way and …

That Question in Your Throat

I am thinking about the future you invented at the bottom of your coffee cup. I am thinking about the dreams given to you by the mountain slavs. I am thinking about the language you created to speak your secrets. I am thinking about the dark stone on the ocean floor burrowing towards the light. …

The Goose Girl

She is returning home, face proud with blood, eyes no longer the same. The geese are my brothers, she says. This was once my own goose foot, too tender to walk on sharp stone. After digging in the soil, it is light as it rests in her palm. She will carry it with her, always. …

Funeral Food

I like to go round to someone’s house when there’s a funeral going on and feed myself and my family with tablespoons of honey and peeled cooked chestnuts. It is both comforting and sustaining to taste the golden centred discs infused with cinnamon sticks, molasses, star anise, and bay. There’s something hopeful and cheering about the …