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
What makes them do it.'

Thursday, 1 September 2016

'Oh what a thing to regret'

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.'