Some lost man shut his hand, greasy. An iron-lung day. Reticence keyed the door, pressure built, longing for the softness of being called...

I think you saw me coming, the climb to your attic room was silent. The sunday morning light lit your bohemian dust-notes, i read the...

Nine ten, The dawn comes without us Luckily beyond us

The trees are crying black tears, multiplicitous injury, holed by grief.

the matt cluster grows, spots, darkness like dice calls, the leaves line up. one, please two, mum three, come.

the morning returns your lament ‘don’t leave me’, the sign weeps ‘I need you’. the dark is under the skin of us all.

I burn inside. A rim bound ember adrift from a bigger fire, Phosphorescing, like cheap newsprint burns, I burn inside.

i am given over, an old horse driven by the dog. i search back for the thrill of bluster, the expansion and slam of a body breaking free...

you who have the tenacity to remain and never count your lovers

don't bury the best part of yourself.

i wash my world in the salty tang of emotions wave i peg out my whys and wherefores on a line that unashamedly matters.

I am stepping over the worn sill of dark into light. In the cloud break old eyes offer ‘bring yourself to the table’. She moves her hand;...

Missing someone is a mother who leaves the front door ajar

Could we find the bench in the mist? Could we find the bench now? Would we sit? Would we sit and recall ourselves, reckless and heady,...

earth and moon coupled by gravity, in each others gaze they swop origin stories, yesterday full of longing today reflecting awe tomorrow...

I met a woman whose slowness proceeded her she shimmered the park open the leaves lapped her grace, watching her was a gift that stripped...

we crave our emblematic sharp swords ringing on the anvil, pheonix in the flame burning in re-birth. But what of the waiting, the winters...

Spoken softly in utero, handed in raw slipperiness, roll call to a bigger story of letters fading under lichen. Sewn into school jackets,...

The grit in the oyster keeps me from sleeping. Binds me to turn up.

The wind blew leaves, copper snow into the blue. The trees flying, the sky wild with glee.