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.
Memories are like sand, They surface in unlikely places. Inland, miles from the shore It’s still there At the bottom of your shoe
Awkwardly, I walked up the slende… The lecture theatre was full (a ra… There, at the front, was a bald ma… Behind him, in large font, were th… ‘Introduction to Creative Writing…
When we love it’s not us not really. We love with the child inside. If we’re lucky
Sat Here Thinking. Fingers Buried
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
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
‘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…
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…
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,
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…
Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,