Christian Gann

A really good day – a poem filled with appreciation about the smaller things part of the human experience

My head feels clear, maybe it’s the air, maybe it’s just me,But every ray of light around me point […]

Humour, my condolences – A sad poem about an awful occurrence

I woke up one morning, feeling as you might as a human, quite dead.It was a strange feeling, nothing seemed off, I seemed to be on the right s […]

This land is our land

This land is our land, is what they say,This land is to share, without sacrifice or pay,So why does this land, feel tortured and burntThis land seems to weep with sorrow and hurt,This […]

Fat people on planes

Oh I’m sorry, did you expect me to say large boned? Did you expect me to excuse each excess stone, Would you be able to ignore the layer of fat the envelopes my phone?No. If you’re fat, […]

A devious kitty – An Ode to Macavity

by Marc Auf der Heyde

I know a kitty, so cute and full of life,
I know a kitty with nails sharper than a knife,
This kitty has two eyes, that gleam gold and glitter in t […]

A breath of fresh air

by Marc Auf der Heyde

I’ve started seeing how things are now, in a new haze, a new light,

It took me a minute, maybe two, it was a hard time, but now I feel it, something isn’t righ […]

Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors,

A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once,

Breaking down the poet’s doors.

The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down w […]

Envy. A green eyed, gripping, relentlessly present emotion, that I cannot learn to control.
In years, I know I will laugh – how silly to become so entrapped in someone so previously irrelevant to my […]

Dear, I’m not quite sure who yet,

I find myself in a literal entrapment of utter confusion, which you I must admit are the very root source and cause of. Now before you feel offended, or perhaps a little […]

People say I’m funny,
But the punchline’s always wrong.
People say I’m slender,
But the bulge is always strong.
People call me brainy,
But my tests say always ‘C’.
People call me gorgeous,
But I never seem […]

And he could tell that agitation
was fine-printed in her eyes.
Like a tattoo under-the-feet,
Movement in her gesture.
She was like a busker in a train
giving you the la-da-di-dap–
for a second-
a stop or […]

I’m the last page
of a book you didn’t read,
Shivery hands
of a strong woman,
Ivory in the look
of a blind man,
I’m the wood in the forest,
the stone on a coast,
I’m everything you could
but you don’t […]

She told me. Long sentences. 

They all felt cold, likes blades against my skin,

My mind has changed she says, blinking twice in confirmation,

I stare in sin,

I loved and love, and will love o […]