Ajanta Judd 

There is a bushfire in my heart A sudden eruption Spewing forth heat

She walks not to arrive but to listen to the rustle of eucalyptus breath, to the whisper of the dying, to the hum of ancestral chords

The universe is my lover I don’t need any other source of love No flimsy romance, no thumb-worn apps, no pleas for validation from those...

I am only satisfied when it burns cold When the brittle edge of the chill Kisses heat’s searing mouth To the west, to the east, the north an

From a 2020, 24 hour Poetry Marathon that I participated in. I wrote one poem each hour for 24 hours straight. The prompt for 'Not that...

From a 2020, 24 hour Poetry Marathon that I participated in. I wrote one poem each hour for 24 hours straight. There was no prompt for...

From a 2020, 24 hour Poetry Marathon. I wrote one poem each hour for 24 hours straight. Theme: 'Even when you are lost, the land knows you'.