I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me
How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…
A table, covered in bills and book… A bowl of cereal scattered cables And mugs of tea, coffee and I’m out of orange juice Missing screws and balancing badly
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.