Easy mistake to make –

January 30, 2019

Three Months Later

January 30, 2019

cheeks flushed a burning pink,
wondering what it would take
for you to call,
for me to call,
for me to stop wanting to
in some sick little
game of hope,
enough to make
the chest ache something pathetic

i want you out –
not a request
but an eviction notice –
i want my body back
i want my brain purged
i want my body to stop trembling
out of some awful need
to be touched

i want to stop
looking at the other side
of the bed and wondering
what it would be like
to meet you there.

Emily Palermo

If I could express the same thing with words as with music, I would, of course, use a verbal expression. Music is something autonomous and much richer. Music begins where the possibilities of language end. That is why I write music.

Jean Sibelius
Interview with Berlingske Tidende, June 10, 1919.

Today –

January 30, 2019

a creature of excess

January 30, 2019

Tuesday 29th Jan

Snow forecast for today across the moors. Smoky rose evening yesterday. I have written so many words, held so many lovers – I’m a creature of excess, it’s true. Greedy like a spoilt child. But the threatening, predatory sky remains mute. It doesn’t give a damn!


a bridge across our fears

January 30, 2019

Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.

Audre Lorde
Poetry Is Not a Luxury

eyes blazing

January 30, 2019

A cat’s rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

William S. Burroughs
The Cat Inside