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…
When we love it’s not us not really. We love with the child inside. If we’re lucky
Sat Here Thinking.
So, you’re leaving then? After all these years. The highs, the lows, and the in-be… You’re off. No, of course I’m not ‘ok.’
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
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…
Ageing is the process where dreams and the everyday get closer together
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…
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…
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.
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…
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
Memories are like sand, They surface in unlikely places. Inland, miles from the shore It’s still there At the bottom of your shoe
The insides of my stomach Are a bubbling Bubonic Scattered Mess
Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,
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