Ross Davison : Writing

untitled (complicated)

untitled (complicated)

A Poem by Ross Davison


“Hmmm……….. well…. it’s complicated.” looking into the eyes, the drift down to the floor, slow b..
passive resistance

passive resistance

A Poem by Ross Davison


this (pur ple stenciled paisley) wallpaper is burning. like the stick match between my fingers she is warm and heated, angry at me for bei..
loosing

loosing

A Poem by Ross Davison


hol low again. i’m home (hol low) again. this house is empty hol low, cool, walls, their echo rattles my ribs shaking my t..
lost without

lost without

A Poem by Ross Davison


in the dis tance, across darted black- grey spaced lighted limbs of darkened bark, blended on the temperature’s chan..
the (loathsome) dark

the (loathsome) dark

A Poem by Ross Davison


this (mourn) ing i stirred by the flash(light)ing ill uminating, a wake ned, to my dark( drunk and bleary) ness. wriggling in my s..
ravishing smoke

ravishing smoke

A Poem by Ross Davison


it’s Saturday night night night light a nd the height of sipping swallow drink is loosening my tie/ lips so dry th..
scared

scared

A Poem by Ross Davison


when i was y but, a oung child i torture d a delicate scare d ham ster until she, wasn’t afraid of me. ashamed, fear ing..
the smell of home

the smell of home

A Poem by Ross Davison


i was playing this up right piano. the ringing true the reverb one, pedal right, vibrating , and the slight off tune gives it the harm..
am i ?

am i ?

A Poem by Ross Davison


Am i ( see you ) sosimilar. ourfaces softer and sweet. as ( we once loved ) No. close eye remember though. ( Yo..
sipping street

sipping street

A Poem by Ross Davison


Sipping st. LA and the people ooze through each other off the etched balconies. Floating aimlessly bubbles in evening breez..