Midnight: she passes the mirror in the hall on the way to the bathroom. It’s dark. But light reflects from… Read more not sepia
Category: Poetry
but first
the snow covers her stepped thoughts overnight. (The ones leading to that door.) Now she walks across her floor… Read more but first
ash globe
“Please, don’t shake that. Please, please just put it down…” His bewildered tears, her pain-dyed self, folded downward, to the… Read more ash globe
in a quiet corner
O burdens, I see you looking at me wondering what I will do with thee you getting back to the… Read more in a quiet corner
(re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)
what a recondite day for a funeral the sky the colour of wind with it’s abstruse way of connecting and… Read more (re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)
carol(?)
“how silently, fool me not, tv” the silence leaves not thus. the screams commence scratching the fence and grief hijacks… Read more carol(?)
untitled heart whispers
oh please please help me push broken sentences, how did we get here the empty arms of so many… Read more untitled heart whispers
in honour of a birth (revisited)
Heaven takes a breath then breathes out Love, a Child wakens. Bows of Colour whispered as the air filters a… Read more in honour of a birth (revisited)
there’s a season
Spotifying silences most salient playlist preambles this poignant pinpoint of poly- arcs’ pensivity. ’tis the season! the clown rebukes itself… Read more there’s a season
just when you think your ducks are… (revisited)
philosophise me unhelix my mind and then chastise me rhyme my poses retime my proses snap my beak rethorn the… Read more just when you think your ducks are… (revisited)
say no to clowns 