I hold this day in the palm of my hand.It is a fragile egg, vibrating with the urgency to…
You can’t be sure someone hasn’t set all the symptoms of arrangements upThese people…
He plots the plotless route to nowhere.Hikes arranged to be disarranged.He plans not to plan,Or organise his disorder…
In the darkness of night, you cameI suckled your sweet winenever again to be another kindbut I always knewyou were never mine…
A fictional story, in call and response.
