Narcissus grew to hate the touch of breeze on his forgott… or the warmth of sunshine on his f… the wind rippled his perfect mirro… annoyance irritation.

It might take a lifetime To learn What it took a lifetime to say It can’t happen any sooner the words won’t land, anyway

When they can’t describe the feeling or the memory of a whole person, or a moment You held me to account, even when we were smashed you were sharp mate, and boy could we laugh, and shar...

The tide comes in The tide goes out a dog lying in the sun stretches a… the universe sighs And moods and thoughts come and go…

I suspect, although I’m not sure, that all this time there’s been a cup or a pot full of something which sometimes boils over or overflows I wonder if somehow I’ve taken off the lid and...

Sadness is a poem Our hearts write to us over a lifetime Watching and Hoping we’ll stop ru… And finally sit down for a proper…

There it goes again, Sometimes? often? I wish I could talk with my neigh… I miss them, I ache, like I’m missing every little loss…

I’ll always be near you but never to touch Always just beneath your feet Just never rolling in the grass Always somewhere in the walls

My love breathes as she sleeps on… half her body pressed into half of… my soul holds its breath, listenin… “I love you” she says but no words can tell the story

Knowing no-one, but looking, desperately needing connection Engine throbbing like a distant dance party in hell, resonating in every wall and steel plate, ladder, corridor Smell of hot ...