God is a rose petal called Nareet… which soaks up the morning sun wit… God is sleep in the corner of your… which brushes away and braces the… God is an old man and a young woma…
Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,
When I skip it usually takes two or three tries to get going. I lash the rope overhead and it crashes into my ankles. I try again, faster, and this
Restless, I put on my joggers, pa… yellow beanie and mask. I look a s… but I don’t care. I can’t sleep a… to halt the endless turning of my… I step outside.
Is dead. (And it’s not the first time that’…
Memories are like sand, They surface in unlikely places. Inland, miles from the shore It’s still there At the bottom of your shoe
A ghostly figure roams across the Cold steel, softly creeping. Lazi… And stretches its wings, then jump… The open sky. A crimson sea ebbin… And flowing, tooing and frowing ge…
The insides of my stomach Are a bubbling Bubonic Scattered Mess
Sat Here Thinking.
I told you once, I told you twice… I’m real as real can be. Now turn around, Mr Deckard, and do not follow me. My memories are personal,
Life is short, but also - so very… At least, that’s how it feels some… strain of getting through today is… than the mountain of yesterday, wh… already left you sick inside your…
When we love it’s not us not really. We love with the child inside. If we’re lucky
Where to start? At the beginning, I suppose. Stepping off an eight-hour New Yo… into pitch black, sweltering humid… the kind that makes your already s…
Oh woe is me, woe betide! In you I have chosen to confide My tale of grief and misery But please, don’t let me spoil you… I have suffered more than enough
Red face and furrowed brow hides a… A Dadly Dad is self-assured But so is He Strong and silent – you know the t… That keeps a watchful eye at night…
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