Writing

Winter Sundays

By Denise Carruthers / 9th January, 2018

She is chills & bare bones He has no reason or sense of season Who craves a warmer clime and plays with fire to burn her down Winter sundays his…

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Oh…. ho ho ho – it’s Christmas

By Denise Carruthers / 16th December, 2017

When the Christmas spirit is lost Then lonely souls hang baubles on an empty tree A life unwrapped its gift A hidden joyless misery Not everyone enjoys the festive season…

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Visceral – spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 11th December, 2017

Of things we are are made – of blood and bone of the tendrils of nerves, a motor within us all it’s revs and runs an engine, but with involuntary…

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Trains and Railways – Spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd December, 2017

They rode the trains outback they were the jobless, drifters, swagmen seemingly carefree but victims of depression some toiled, some not hard was the lot of the city man gone…

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Play the Game – spoken poetry

By Denise Carruthers / 27th November, 2017

Listen to this Once upon a time before they needed rules Apples withered on the tree Serpents sang upon their limbs Naked being normal, bore no sin Delight was in…

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midnight monsters

By Denise Carruthers / 18th November, 2017

That trick of night The fright of moving shadows Keeping wake to steal the heart Our fingers clutching fear but fear not, t’is only sadness sending dreams Drawing the lady…

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estuary – spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 15th October, 2017

He is an ocean’s estuary She’s fresh, A running river -meeting the brine To froth and folly In that furling gladness She is me and like a pearl His world…

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The nightwatchman

By Denise Carruthers / 23rd September, 2017

A nightwatchman comes dragging his demons to make me dance and fence in darkness unsheathed swords to sport and evil using power taken from me to pierce my trust and…

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By Denise Carruthers / 18th September, 2017

I want you – come into the kitchen -I’ll show you my recipe with apron strings undone to my secret spices I want to make it hot for you –…

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force field

By Denise Carruthers / 17th September, 2017

distance is an invisible line we need to cross it every time we go out into the world we approach one another with words & gesture, a nod hello …an…

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spoken word for Australian poetry slam

By Denise Carruthers / 16th September, 2017

Look at you – Take a photo in your mind. Make it burn around the edges. curling ash from dark of night A sepia sunrise with a touch of orange…

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odyssey

By Denise Carruthers / 4th September, 2017

We are particles of time Pieces of fabric fashioned by the universe Blanketed by stars Never ending and eternal Like a fallen leaf and it’s beginning we are an enduring…

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