Below is a portfolio of unpublished writing, including prose and poetry. I also have multiple published works in fiction, poetry, and non-fiction, but this portfolio is a reflection of my unedited and latest work.
Poetry Samples:
Papa
We’re the spoiled children of God.
That’s what papa said.
Rotten like green eggs and ham.
Yeah, papa said, always askin’
for another penny,
never ready to take a pound.
Faerie Circles
Fairie circles;
Circlets of berries, bramble and petals,
colourful and natural
and hewn from the rawest things.
Nana warned,
‘My child, keep away from their trap,
if you step in, you will dance, if you
dance, you dance forevermore.’
In the cold woods
I found a plastic table, fit with
a cheap paper birthday cloth
and old dolls about a teapot.
With them
I drank, and spoke, and drained
the ichor from my thorned heart
through tears and melodrama.
With them
I learned that there was never
a fairie circle in those old woods.
Grandma
only knew the far-off places
she was never told she could see.
DOLLMOTHER
their eyes have all the love I can’t savour.
I make their clothes, and they’re so pretty;
petticoats, little tights, and all the
colours of the human face.
I must be made of porcelain.
I can see so many delicate cracks,
all black,
like my pips of eyes,
or the hole where my heart is.
I drag my strings,
‘cause I cut ‘em
hunched and crone because I’m not made
to stand on my own.
this face can’t smile, but theirs can.
they can’t love, but I will.
we’ll always be dressed up pretty, though
I stitch them, after all.
their eyes, forever glass.
glazed lips, so they aren’t crass,
and stuffing down the throat
so their screaming doesn’t last.