you don’t realise what you’ve carr… way until you set it down on the f… of an emergency room, the pink clo… everything is illuminated white. you took on water because you neve…

the trick is to cast the widest of… to drag the salt of the tides over… wounds, let it soften them into se… the body writes new habits and liv… between, carrying the fire of melo

every grain is a mary oliver poem if you make such short work o… if you ricochet, somehow sillier, always softer. the wilful amnesia of this writer makes time metaboli…

in a world where it seems that we have almost-constant and practically unlimited access to other people, creating and maintaining boundaries is a strange ocean to navigate. i’m sure man...

we’re in familiar surroundings but an entirely unfamiliar place, and perhaps it’s okay to take time charting this new, uncanny territory. it’s likely limited, made up of walls and doors...

i’d always hoped my fingertips wou… the right amount of gentle to pluc… out whole, but i could never find… of what drew me so close. trying t… the stillness but settling into st…

we can try each other on, like sho… round the heels, loose-laced, then… we could melt like peppermints– he… single hiccup, a gulp, and forgott… we wouldn’t even flirt with tenure…

i tried to write sadness, believin… was breaking and penning your pret… into being. i tried to read words… that were never there, to make the… into something sincere. but no scr…

nearly a year since those tentativ… settling into new shoes, tying the… our heels nestling in nicely to br… habits like old haunts. intending… last, until the last. we’ll re-sol…

almost– the absence of attempt; an… to my insides, a full stop in the… of a comma. the warmest of ambers can never glow green, and i’m temp… in trying to turn embers to emeral…

morpheus poses a riddle before he will open his arms to me, asks… how far i will go. i tell him i wa… to be a forgetful astronaut, drifting in a quiet and weightless…

i’m constructing a matchstick hous… work balancing sticks which might… them at a single twitch, when i sh… polishing windows. but i don’t wan… to see me. i put two-way mirrors i…

once, you didn’t think you’d break… then you sprung towards a sky pain… as a newborn’s nursery. a shrinkin… violet loath to grow, content as a seedling, phantom blooms lopped be…

i wonder where the forgotten words… in corked bottles, on shelves. att… find an ending while i tie yesterd… afternoon to the tail end of grann… tiffin recipe– no sultanas, just

will i ever know why you decided to place lenses in the spaces betw… my fingers, to reach deep and run… over my lungs– just to remind me t… you could claw out my insides if y…