Showing posts with label My Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Becoming my own best friend



I fell in Love in November

I dont know how flight works. I'd love to meet a pilot



I have a friend who works by the Hudson river. I was writing on scraps of paper while he was on the phone. looking out at new york, and the water, and appreciating how lucky I am to be here. I walked out on the doc, which was swaying as the water got slight waves. I skipped around, lay on my back looked up at the stars, and took in some really deep breaths. It's really beautiful by the water.

Fortune cookies...

I was asking myself should I stay or should I go now....
one was my cookie one was his cookie.



I stayed.

Thursday, 2 July 2009

Ivy Wall

Ivy

Spring is Ivy
Poisoness and intoxicating
the sweetest poison you will ever taste
laughing and smiling, It's infectious
I'm smiling too
Spinning and floating, above New York
We're flying





This is the exterior wall of a wine shop in Park Slopes,Brooklyn. The wall is covered in Ivy, I like Ivy. There is a permanant display of photographs of various people stood by or walking past the wall taken over several years. (You can click on the polaroids to view a larger image)