The Slightest Flick

August 5, 2011

are so clever.
so clever

With only the slightest flick of your wrist
you have
disarmed and destroyed

– JL Knapp


In The Other Room

July 16, 2011

It’s a party
It’s just you and me
They all rush around
we stand still
and meet
In the other room

Push against the wall
Grab my hair,
My face
Whatever you can
doesn’t matter
as long as we touch
In here

And it’s the outline of your face
I see it in the dark,
Up close
That smile before the kiss
That smile
That kiss

I could waste my life away
In the other room.
– JL Knapp


June 9, 2011

The silence from you,
this silence
is so loud
it cracks open my chest,
enters my body,
and winds its way through me

I cannot move
I stay still
so I can better listen,
(in agony)
to all the things you are not saying.
– JL Knapp

Untitled (For Now)

April 17, 2011

I am
Daydreams and Kisses
Turns and Misses
– JL Knapp


April 11, 2011

And while you only sometimes let me see
tiny glimpses of you
It’s enough,
just enough,
to keep me awake at night
wondering who you are
– JL Knapp

For Desire

November 10, 2010

Ellen Von Unwerth

Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best;
and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal
surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries,
or cherries, the rich spurt in the back
of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing.
Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it. I want to go
staggering and flailing my way
through the bars and back rooms,
through the gleaming hotels and weedy
lots of abandoned sunflowers and the parks
where dogs are let off their leashes
in spite of the signs, where they sniff each
other and roll together in the grass, I want to
lie down somewhere and suffer for love until
it nearly kills me, and then I want to get up again
and put on that little black dress and wait
for you, yes you, to come over here
and get down on your knees and tell me
just how fucking good I look
– Kim Addonizio


October 7, 2010

I am not one

To dramatically promise

That I will never love again

But you were automatic as milk in my coffee

Didn’t realise how essential you were to me

Until you were gone

Waking up without you

Brings tears to my eyes

Five years after I left you

I still don’t like my coffee black

– Karlo Mila


Something Beautiful…

November 16, 2009

I found this Poem a few years ago, but can’t recall how I stumbled across it.

I always refer back to it because I think it is so perfectly and beautifully describes how it feels to be in Love.


I don’t just want your heart

I want your flesh,

Your skin,

Your blood and bones,

Your voice, your thoughts

Your pulse

And most of all your fingerprints,


Nothing is more criminal than love

It steals hours from the day

Dreams from my head,

The sun from the sky.

Perhaps it shone today,

I don’t recall

I distilled all of your words and made my own climate.

– Isobel Thrilling