Now, more than ever, this is a book that needs to be read. Continue reading
Choke (2)
Posted in poetry, sonnet, violence against women with tags choke, poetry, sex, sonnet on February 2, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle
The sting in my hand from where I’ve struck her
The welt that’s swiftly rising on her thigh
The mark glaring through its suntanned lustre
The bolt of pain that taints her almond eye
The sweat that gathers in her dusky creases
The body that’s knotted like a rope
The sigh that’s strangled and abruptly ceases
The chin slick with saliva as she chokes
Blinking eyes that swim with sweat that’s searing
Relentless, I drive past lips, teeth and tongue
Her eyes bulge, mascara-smeared and teary
I feel the edge of teeth before I come
Gagging, she spits and tears a breath of air
Spent, sated and slaked, I can hardly care.
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Choke (1)
Posted in poetry, sonnet, violence against women with tags choke, poetry, sex, sonnet on January 23, 2020 by Jarrod Boyle
The sting in my hand from where I’ve struck her
The welt that’s swiftly rising on her thigh
The mark that’s glaring through its suntanned lustre
The bolt of pain that taints her almond eye Continue reading
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Is ‘Joker’ the Best Film of 2019?
Posted in Film, Observation, Real Men with tags Anthony Lane, Arthur Fleck, Barack Obama, Batman, Breaking Bad: El Camino, Donald Trump, Gary Glitter, Gotham City, Hitler, Incel, Jesus Christ, Joachim Fest, Joker, Martin Scorsese, Robert De Niro, Rock and Roll Part 2, Sam Peckinpah, Sandy Hook School Shooting, Taxi Driver, The Art of the Deal, The King of Comedy, The New Yorker, The Wild Bunch, Thomas Wayne, Vice, Wim Wenders on December 26, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
“Hitler, as the point of convergence for so many nostalgias, resentments and anxieties, became a historical figure.”
– Joachim Fest, Hitler
In the wake of the Sandy Hook School Shooting in 2012, President Obama gave a press conference during which he beseeched Americans to support the introduction of basic mental health screenings for gun buyers. Continue reading
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Superleggera
Posted in poetry, sonnet with tags Angry skinny bitch, Aston Martin, Hopeless man, Superleggera on November 14, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
My love sets her jaw upon her anger
Sits with her back towards the High street
Collagen asymmetry, botox rictus
Her cheek a chiaroscuro of hunger Continue reading
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Faded Lovers, Arcane Gods
Posted in Love letters with tags Letters to a Young Poet, Low Rider, Rainer Maria Rilke, Silver Surfer on October 17, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
An ex-girlfriend of mine turns 28 tomorrow. I have spent the last few weeks writing her a sonnet, to the surprise and consternation of the friends with whom I have discussed it. Continue reading
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Your Voice is a Caress Most Definite
Posted in Love letters, poetry, sonnet with tags Petrarchan sonnet, sonnet on October 3, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
Your voice is a caress most definite
On velvet footfalls your words descend
The vertiginous staircase within my head
To take up mysterious residence Continue reading
