Walk backwards all day and forward… Fly a kite at twilight– twice. Fa… Fall out of love. Repeat. Go danc… two left feet, then two right, the… Visit Hungary, Spain and Canada.
Unremarkable. A dull green rock Its embers do not pulse, but glow Not bright, like the stars; but de… An older sun, a tired sun, Krypto… Kal-El
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.
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
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,
Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,
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…
At work we wait for work to end To give us time to rest and mend ‘Put your feet up’, ‘relax’ and ‘c… Which is well and good, until— Work is really over.
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…
‘Yoga’ means ‘to join,’ ‘to yoke,’… Melding body and mind in the momen… until the thought of a thought of… echoes in the movement of a moveme… and the locus of time ceases to be…
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…
One foot stumbles into another as It pushes off uninviting concrete One step. Two step. Three step.… Earlier that foot pushed off a war… Bed, where You lay, beckoning me…
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…
The insides of my stomach Are a bubbling Bubonic Scattered Mess
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…