My chest squeezes With the deep timber of you We are laughing, the day is bright and cold My cheeks are flush and though I don’t, I imagine I know so much about you Like how you look when Downcast Your eyes lift up Catch mine Longer than is polite Though you tell me DisregardContinue reading Everything that matters ~ Candice Daquin
The imperfection & the wonder ~ Candice Daquin
What would it look like to be someone else? who did not wake up red-eyed and fearful? what would it feel like to be held and words said & meant to be turned gently in the measure of another’s gaze would it feel good or unnatural? by now, like an ill-planted tree, I have bentContinue reading The imperfection & the wonder ~ Candice Daquin
For the whole we are – Candice Louisa Daquin
Out there somewhere all my lovers each with a piece of me I would ask give them back those crusts and half eaten slices for the whole we are prior to devour feels good in the late day sun and he comes to me with his blackened hand blocking out light and muffling my mouthContinue reading For the whole we are – Candice Louisa Daquin
This girl is all I am – Candice Louisa Daquin
There is a secret at the back of my throat a black tulip that won’t swallow the ash of memories I was you see, a girl of damage and plums you could see the embers beneath my eyes like eighties makeup and Adam Ant I was no prince charming but the girl who played theContinue reading This girl is all I am – Candice Louisa Daquin
When you are a woman in the country by Melita White
When you are a woman in the country You should be careful to not look like a woman You should not wear pink That colour of women When you go to collect your mail From the letterbox on the main road As the trucks whizz by at 100km per hour And the men leer OutContinue reading When you are a woman in the country by Melita White
It’s all I know to do – Candice Louisa Daquin
Silent men are often admired for their ability to endure quietly without complaint whilst women who speak out are many times, vilified behind their backs described as; “that obnoxious woman who talked too much” I lived with a silent man most of my life he stared out of windows and when people died, his lipsContinue reading It’s all I know to do – Candice Louisa Daquin
Preyed
Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood, yet made beautiful in spite. An angelic host of innocence, perched in perfect rows; perverse men licking dry lips conduct harmony, as chorus echoes in rounds confined byContinue reading Preyed
