Saturday 28 October 2017

Sunday 30 October 2016

'It’s midnight
And our silent house is listening
To the last sounds of people going home.
We lie beside our curtained window
Wondering
What makes them do it.'
 


Thursday 1 September 2016

 
'Oh what a thing to regret'
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Friday 29 April 2016


'you, lifted into the sky like in stories; gone, the way we expect people to vanish into thin air in faked magic...'

Tuesday 5 April 2016

'then found you on the edge, with all in view,
all in hand, tall as a mast of white pine
to which I had to lash myself or drown.'

Saturday 5 March 2016


























'And what shall I do with the seed? The day said, the day said.
Bury it deep, see what it’s worth. See if it can stand the earth.'

Thursday 17 December 2015

'All rooms will hide you, if you stand just so.
All ghosts know this. That's really all they know.'

Sunday 22 November 2015

'Lastly, it has helped me more than I could measure, 
to separate life into two divisions, of things that is, 
and things that isn’t.'

Sunday 18 October 2015

 'But it is something, and it is somewhere and someone.
  And nothing and no one and nowhere. And it is done.'


Tuesday 15 September 2015


'Somewhere deep down in the marrow of our bones. We’re very at home there, it was our native environment for hundreds and thousands of years. So even just to rest our eyes on it is to feel consoled and reunited. Like a blood transfusion, is how he puts it.'