(2003)
Hair grows and skin sheds and nail… And still my heart is true Days pass and nights stretch and t… And still my heart wants you Dust settles, wounds heal and scar…
Pulling the door closed with a cli… the spring air pulses through my v… With a quick, light, fickle step I start to feel alive again. As his body thrusts its way to the…
When you are gone and I am grey, I’ll look back fondly on this day. Your ice-blue eyes and ice-cream s… will dance before me yet awhile. Those little looks, your searching…
Secrets of sleepy suburbia behind… Kicked off high heels, scruffied s… still, hidden lives play out insid… Dark dramas execute themselves and… mundanity trickles on and the surr…
A sun-splattered walkway. Spring in the air. A head full of humdrum, routine, everyday - thoughts of last night, tomorrow,
White spots sparkle on the water, Sun streaks catch the waves. Eyes bubble - startled tears. The train moves on its way. This place. This nook. This small…
Moonlight and music, a night full… I twirl and I whirl and I pass th… Circling together, cheek brushing… You lead and you guide and you pul… Whispers and kisses, caresses and…
Etched into her All those little things he said. The words come back again and agai… Soaked into her, Pressed between her pages
So here we are then, you and I. Us. When did you and I become us? I look at you. Look back at you through a myriad prism of snapshot…
You walked in to the party, Like you were walking into a film. I looked at you and thought “what… Then I drank quite a lot more win… You came up to talk to me,
If I could live my life in suspen… I would choose to live it with you… If I could be young forever witho… I would be young forever with you. If I could stay in this moment an…
There’s dayglow-soaked outrage all over the news. Petitions, bold claims and die-in campaigns. Point-scoring games
The grey sky hung low and heavy That cold October day. Downstairs, the house began to rou… —I chose to stay away. Well-intentioned warmth and care
Here come his footsteps, erratic a… There go his shoulders, bumping an… A bowling ball sliding, one side t… Not quite careering; quietly keeli… I hold my breath tightly right ins…
Do we both know this must end? Is that why we’re collecting memor… Living the present for the sake of… Reliving the moments before they’v… My collection’s growing daily