Author Archives: grahamswords1962

Bitter are the drips that linger from the lips of a deceiver’s kiss.Slim, sweet soft almonds lips,Piss poisoned sugar kisses. The sulphur tar of gaslight burns scars in naïve lungs.It’s dull flame casts shadows,Where deceit rapes honesty. In kennels ever-hungry black dogs wait at their master’s heel.Silken sirens sound the clarion call,A near bare stageContinue reading “Almond kisses”

We are the Burn Generationwe aspire to fire all hope.We are the Burn Generation,infant dreams we incend and choke.We are the Burn Generation,we scorch the woke.We are the Burn Generation,blisters form our DNA.We are the Burn Generation,we flame both night and day.We are the Burn Generation,gaslighting you with all the blame.We are the Burn Generation,weContinue reading “The Burn Generation”

Bright white billows the duvet cover on the line…….., not the cases for pillows, they are too small to hold what is needed. To be what is needed. It moves with slow grace, the soft wings of an embracing swan, swollen with warm air, a rising cloud of snow dough. It appears larger than theContinue reading “Raindrop windows”

When you dream, do you do it with your eyes closed? Do you pin your dreams on thorny spikes, like some hapless Shrike, that hangs it’s fallen prey out to dry under unforgiving skies? And in the parched breeze they hang, listless, lifeless like forgotten brittle leaves. Do you tether them to trees? To beContinue reading “Dream with your eyes open”

Some flowers bloom in the dark,Unseen by sunshine they crave,Untended but for one tender touch. Still, they bloom. Unnourished as a plagued plain,With buds of waxen green,Unwatered, never to be seen. Still, they bloom. Sometimes, a flap of a moth’s wing,Stirs a whirlwind held in place and time,And they tremble from stalk to roots. Still,Continue reading “Tulips in the dark”

Two cats one squirrelLush lawn makes fake jungleWho blinks first loses

High on the hill of windmillsRest the smiling bones of men.Where the ten centuries old olive tree stands,They walked ten centuries before,And some, some centuries more.Long gone their pink flesh and brown eyes,Now they wear glossy green weeds.Their brown age-stained teeth remain.Where their friends carved out hypogea in the stone,Placed painted ostrich eggs with them,TributesContinue reading “Puig des Molins”

He sits quietly, a library at rest, only turning the pages to breathe. His unruffled cover requests calm of others, but belies the outrage and frustration written on his pages. What planet is he from, this magician of mayhem? He pushes the limits of outrageous attire beyond known galaxies of lunacy, spinning in his ownContinue reading “Caballeros”

Napowrimo April 30th, 2022 Today being the last day of Napowrimo, I expect we will be asked to write about the month we have had. If so, them I am predicting the prompt, if not, then I am off prompt for the first time this year. I wanted to write something that includes as manyContinue reading “For Natalia”

Napwrimo April 29, 23022  Today we were asked to muse on the gifts we received at birth. I did not take this one too seriously. Of all the riches I could have had,it wasn’t the premium bond from my dad. He kept it for me for years and years,but all our hopes ended in tears.Continue reading “From Premium Bonds to Gronching”