the albatross
I’m not sure where this poem came from or exactly what it means, but it emerged and took flight as a result of a prompt in a writing workshop. So…
empty pages
Awwww, go on then, read the poem… empty pages ©2016 punkie empty pages empty pages blank for ages begging for a thought mock my brain drive me insane ideas…
never on sunday or any other day of the week
never on sunday by punkie “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I said without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of a higher…
deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to get…
the shape of things to come
A poem about life’s potential and living it. the shape of things to come © 2015 punkie the shape of things to come by punkie i see your…
a nursery rhyme for violent times
hack and kill a poem by punkie Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their…
for the sake of childish games
I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I…
even in prison there’s space between the bars
quarantine a short poem by punkie quarantine fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with…
beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens
a nurse her re rhyme ©2015 by punkie the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to…
the paradox of chaos
“Paradox is the very core of the universe,” I wrote, having spent a good chunk of the last decade contemplating exactly that. I keep running headlong into seemingly diametrically…