If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...

I don’t do drugs, I don’t do sex. I don’t like hugs, I don’t like pecs. I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.

Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.

For Christmas this year, I shall paint my fat face! I can do that you know. A clown, A queen,

Don’t go yet! We have barely found the consonant… I love you You love me Four plus four!

When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,

What if I won’t be found? As the world turns white. As the winds turn cold. As a young gay man Turns grey and old.

Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...

I’m living in the cellar of a dead… Duncan, my usual purveyor of all t… Told me, “his wife just called and… So, I rooted round a box of ports and…

She will stroke you in your dreams… She will expect you to know that o… She will journey on in a state we… She will hold within the love you… And never.

When you can’t do this, What do you do? You do that! My heart is broken. And I can’t do this.