Author: Alex Markovich.
There are mild spotsbetween winter’sbeating of greyness Where breaths, in ease,are breathed…gloves are placed in pocketsor lost on streets of snow Mixed in that scattered brown batterof orphaned leaves. The sun appears as a strangerspeaking a forgottentongue, yet familiar tone Trying to place a lull onthe ceaseless movement of carsslicing through premature melt Inviting the […]
My Father In Reflection
Violin plays to my soul’s voice. . Your lips find my skin with every note played, sometimes tenderly slowly elucidating notes and feelings drawing sweetness to the surface sometimes with an intensity breathtaking with passion brooking no resistance lips to skin bow to strings you maestro of my body and soul the song spills from my lips […]
With the stars shining above, I’m stood by the side of the road snapping my tail back and forth. For the longest time, it seemed as though I was lost in thought, unable to shake myself from a moment no longer there. But while the moment in question was long since gone, I could still […]
It’s not obvious that the fix is helping. The image is blurry, and bulges strangely. What faith is required when the cure feels worse than the injury! . . My vision therapy glasses have arrived. Yikes. Not sure how I’m going to manage with months of this! How can something that makes my head hurt […]
[spent today challenging my inner demon – named ‘it’ Dudd] [these poems reflect my struggles to let out my anger] * Responding to Centuries-Old Truths Got the bastard ‘Dudd’ right where I want him, padlocked in a private cell I fondly call ‘Hell’ somewhere in the dark regions of my chaotic thoughts guarded by Monastic […]
The dreamer is believing, The fictioneer cartwheeling Weaving elaborate tales In the darkness between the stars. The make-believe world Echoes to the footsteps of giants, The wingbeat of dragon And the words are dancing before my eyes. © 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Another vital piece by my favourite poetess
you would burn in waters, if you could feel my skin now. smudged dose of love, insipid flaky fingers this arm hurts now from resurrecting my soul, streams of rivers lynching my soft neck. i long for love and loneliness altogether cleaved moon dripping honey on pale skin. you kept me breaking, like twings and […]
One from one of my favourite writers…
take my hand, my love walk with me down the narrow dirt path which winds through our valley my feet and yours, bare raw earth absorbing let us find our way that perfect place where the lifelines cross the threads wear thin the portal easily opens a place of sanctity a place for the divine […]