One day I’ll meet my reputation in person.
And I’ll ask it if it would
like to have an ice-cream with me up
my favourite tree…
and of course, it will tell me to
get fucked
My mouth is always keeping secrets from my ears.
It’s always a precarious tightrope act between the two.
I often send texts to myself.Little ideas and mysteries.Curiosities and musings.Secret thoughts.Perhaps the way a long shadow of…
My pockets full of night
my hands always returning.
A week back, while sitting in the verge by the train-tracks, two black dogs (Labradors) trotted down the steep side-embankment through the…
I emerge from my sleep hole
vanilla-dumb,
While cleaning out mum’s place after
I wake into the dark of my bedroom —
Sometimes you meet someone who
makes you think that
A disagreement over-the-phone left by the sea
