two menorahs loosenmemory’s chainsrestore the pastagain
Magnificence crawls up like spotted ivy,the forest carries it’s own language, ancient, perhaps,the bark of…
A poem
For this is a perturbation,
Not so much a God as a procuratorThat can hear the breaking of carbon double bondsThe crackle of…
Be careful of the faces you see
For you don’t know what demons they could be
Low battery. The exact two words I don’t want to see right now. This stupid, old ford has failed me again. This time…
Not friends, not enemynothing to do with bloodsome strike a chord…
For and from the babes mouth
It's 2018.