Guns at the ready
Getting prepared to fire...
When you were no more than a thought,
You were simply just than an egg...
So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...
channel your own thoughts
switch yourself off from it all...
These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...
I once heard some wisdom from a friend, would you...
I see you nodding at your screen, so maybe I'll...
5 years old
It is Christmas Eve...
writing a rondeau
was like applying cool salve...
It holds all the secrets, all the memories.
The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of...
When you hear, dead of night
the banging of a metal bar...
Come rain or shine, the thick and thin
lets find our peace, among the din...
Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...