Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink

  • Like the Back of My Hand

    There’s an aura in the place, I know because I’m the one that put it there. The aura is love, I like to think you’ll feel it if you walk through it. Few people know the exact spot they were born, I’m one of the few who does, And I return to the spot often.… Continue reading

  • Lures Me Like a River’s Bend

    I have to follow that river, Bend after bend. As far up I can go, To all its springs and its side quests, Her trickling little toad kingdoms, Her moss covered stones. I have to check for life under every rock, Kick up every pebble, Turn over every leaf. See her in bloom, And see… Continue reading

  • San Francisco Skyline

    Tumble weed blown west,Like a beeswing in the wind.Thinking of the loss of my other lives with each mile,All the what ifs and maybes I left behind me.Mourning my youth with every passing day.This new frightening budding malaise that besieges me.Closing chapters, burning bridges,Dropping the curtain, for better or worse.Watching sunsets turn to black.Now, staring… Continue reading

  • Adrift

    My tired heart bobbing on the waves At night in the dark between sheets Tangled up like roots Finding spots and scars Naming them as we go Stories fill the silences and close the distances between us And now we’re drifting out over deep water Hurt by the ways she’s different Haunted in the ways… Continue reading

  • Prime of Her Life

    Blossom in the prime of her life Stands out in the meadow Every colour thats ever been For a fleeting moment in the scheme of everything Could I clip you and put you in a vase Trap you crushed in a book I’d keep by my bed Hold your stem in my teeth while I… Continue reading

  • Milkweed

    A safe home for the Monarch caterpillars Before they grow their orange and black wings And fly thousands of miles away Continue reading

  • Rock Bottom

    Like Atlas With the weight of the world  Floating above me Buried beneath me Continue reading

  • Guardian Demon

    My heart lives in your pocket And I’m a baby bird in the palm of your hand. I’ve never been a religious man, Yet I worship you unconditionally Believe in your heaven faithfully And Like a god you could crush me With just a look in your eyes Or lack thereof My guardian demon Your… Continue reading

  • Shark Eyes

    Pearls turned into shark eyes Then stared at nothing at all To the edges of this world Continue reading

  • Different Handwriting

    We go for walks when it rains and run when it storms. We still stay up all night by accident, and watch the sunrise together. Continue reading