Small face, looks up quietly Wagged by the tail As I tie you to the box And walk inside, Two… Read more Small face
Small face, looks up quietly Wagged by the tail As I tie you to the box And walk inside, Two… Read more Small face
Patchwork pillows float On pillars of light As the morning shimmers Through wine bottle glass Frosted with dew Damp on… Read more Dust in the mouth
A vacant road,
A conveyor belt
On a vacant landscape
Rotating beneath the…
Small shite it grows in the light a forest of green in a bucket of skyfe twisting onward and upward… Read more The arborist’s first grandchild (one in, one out)
Stitches seep across burnt skinwounds that weep ounce sewing pinssinew shapes turn sutured tracksalong yellow shoulders, down purple back Green… Read more Fences