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30 July 2025

RAGNAR

Little wizard, killer of lizards,
How I miss your keen kittenness,
Your quiet nudge hello on your walk past,
Your tail placed reassuringly on my foot;
You owning me.

In the midst of my deepest grief
-The Fight: ten years of grief-
I feel I let you fall through the cracks
Like a lot of my other poetry.

Espresso cups of patience we have,
Me and your brother.
Not the best hunters.
Not like you.
You knew what you were
And you were exactly, 
Unapologetically, that
Cat.

22 July 2025

I, Hungry

I feel the world’s anger
I feel the world’s sadness, 
Loss and grief
I feel the world’s loneliness and despair
I feel the lack 
Of coffee
and 
Chocolate
I die
With the electricity

I feel

I feel the world’s astonishment
At existence
and The Everything
I feel the world’s magic and mood swings
I feel the world’s longing,
Lust and desire
I feel the world’s need to hide
I die

I growl

I want to be the woman I want 
One day

I eat with these people
In this posh room
I forsake knife and fork
I want to eat slowly
Taste every berry
Every slice of chicken strip
I growl with the wood and pictures of this room
I wine and dine my young self
I wolf this lettuce and cucumber
Lap this blue cheese dressing
I time my movements precisely
I wear these Adidasly
To fit in with this room of fine, posh people

I feel my power
I growl

16 July 2025

Haiku: On being alive

Actors on a stage
Improvise for the first time.
We’re all new at this.

14 July 2025

Haiku: Fire

I can feel your fire

not sure if I can help it

I'd better cool down

13 July 2025

Haiku: Soon

Old versions of me

Overhauling of ego

Soon, she said, smiling

11 July 2025

Haiku: Portal

Need this nakedness
Everything’s too visible
Pussy is Portal

09 July 2025

Haiku: No

Today is still: No.
Like a lot of catching up,
That is how it feels.

03 July 2025

Safety

When you misunderstand me,

Through no fault or weakness

Save your own pains and confusions of life,


It’s then I comprehend

You’ll be eternally blind to mine.


I retreat to the sanctuary

of my own secret mystery.

Haiku: Waiting

What’s with the weather?
I don’t like the phone ringing.
Neither does my cat.