Let's do it

Let's do it.
Eyes shut,
Fingers held and
Thumbs crossed.

Fall into a pool, a pond,
A whole ocean.
Drown, swim and float
Hearts in mouths
Fingernails raw
With unconsciousness approaching.

Let's do it.
Send caution on a sabbatical
Somewhere far far
Away.

Sink into candyfloss clouds
Suspended on nothing but fear,
Land on the ground, on four feet
Stand proud
Heads high
Bundles of nerves exploded on faces.

Hearts and hands knitted together.
Come on. Let's do it.

- Trish

Jessie (Gagga)

By cobble stone, leaves and the lamp colour night.

I saw my great grandmother, cigarette and light.

Brown tights and shoes, worn plenty worn through.

Stood on the carpet in tedious white.


By cobble stone, leaves and the dampness of light.

I see lady’s lane ever winding so tight.

Master of gaming, the popular Janey.

Outside the bakery: battle and bite.


By cobble stone, leaves and the bareness of life

I saw my great grandmother fall without fright

Voice thick in smoke, all pleasant in knowing

That one day she’ll teach me to write.




M.