Beneath the creeping vines Behind the long grass A small cafe in brick and mortar Small women, in casual black… Read more Slight Giggle
Beneath the creeping vines Behind the long grass A small cafe in brick and mortar Small women, in casual black… Read more Slight Giggle
Multicoloured cross-stitch Etched into the landscape Forming long patchwork columns That shimmer in the light When you’re inside of colour… Read more Patterns
Arc across the room Lily white skin, beetroot red The spark echoes And then fades Leaving traces of life Where… Read more Spark
A picture, Exploding into view On an eye, That never blinks A colour Next to deepest grey A promise That… Read more Brain death
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)