This is my home Where I sit in silence and let the world float by on black rivers of bitumen… Read more Lockdown (but this is my home)
Tag: poetry
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
Dust in the mouth
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
Breath
A vacant road,
A conveyor belt
On a vacant landscape
Rotating beneath the…
The arborist’s first grandchild (one in, one out)
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)
