Glenn Archer is a new poet, who has written for many years. This is his first venture into being published. Glen is a postal delivery officer, married with 2 kids. Glenn was born in nz, moved to aus in 79.
subtle love its cold. morning. i slip into bed and warm my frozen feet against your feet, my hands against your breasts. the lightly perfumed lure of your neck warms my icy nose. your feet jump at the touch of my toes as they chase you across the cold end of the bed. and in the quiet still morning i ask myself, warm and content, is this not love. falling falling now i know not where, a lighter heart of passion as it floats upon the air. feet upon the ground, smelling now a scent, fragment of my mind, encased in dreams illusions. craddling now desire, in fantasys name i ponder, jesus VS graffiti the graffiti is gone, washed away. A van appeared, adolescents with paint brushes. this was organised. Bright colours, a familiar outline. Finished. It's jesus christ the colourful, with bleeding heart, crown of thorns. It takes up the whole wall. It's been months, years, still no graffiti. Even the godless fear god.