Ross Davison : Writing

groggy heat

groggy heat

A Poem by Ross Davison


in this shade of her limbs spread a c r o s sm y c h e s t sun shine spots wiggling in slow dance, lemonade sweetened cool, the cond..
birthday

birthday

A Poem by Ross Davison


i w as born today, all the smiles sipping soda, and cake so fluff E the way she hugs me, makes the one blowout the candles sw..
sugar

sugar

A Poem by Ross Davison


so hot in h ere m y e ye b rows are sweating. running m y hands th rough m yhair thinking of you hip bone thong strap svelte..
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untitled (runs down)

A Poem by Ross Davison


s u r p u p n l d s e o w n , cascades the ripple soak, waves. etched vine weather worn stairs of window box flowers, wild tea ro..
eclipsed

eclipsed

A Poem by Ross Davison


fester this unattainable sore of beauty one flash glance speaks of distain. unworthy of a second delve rampant wh..
sell it

sell it

A Poem by Ross Davison


ethereal online her spine is bent whip like each probing disconnected tumid prying her middle soul from mouth heated orifices. the promise of ..
smouldering & snuffed

smouldering & snuffed

A Poem by Ross Davison


there is static on all channels the roof workers gone home sally rides by in her car blasting Groovasaurus singing loud the m..
Saving Saline Drops (Hather's Tale)

Saving Saline Drops (Hather\'s Tale)

A Poem by Ross Davison


Saline is sweating, profusely, bulging the eye sockets almost invisible, barely holding her eyes in the door Hather is leaning wounded, ..
acetylene

acetylene

A Poem by Ross Davison


acetylene torches in her smolder, the grip clasps my skin, though my shirt, the cloth tourniquet Indian burns my soul claire’s fuming in ..
Carl

Carl

A Poem by Ross Davison


Carl is 72. He smiles with a knowing grin, like he has heard and seen everything, from toothless w****s walking the dirt alleys of war, to beachfro..