The humidity chokes the air. I watch the clouds sweat their blue labour.

forbidden surrounding me whether awake or asleep your eyes, your laughter your fleeting touch sears me softly burns my very soul feeds the embers of my heart fueling the broken chamber pitter pat a skip and a scrap my breath catches when it stops (then…

Dear Grandchildren: There is irony in that the last thing  you will ever forget will be one of your firsts crush love kiss sex broken heart first to never be forgotten first to stick with you first to make you feel like that first to…

Poem TWENTY-TWO has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 23 August 2016.

Like most things, you’ve lost your charm, but keep smiling and I’ll go home with you anyway. Or at least to your car where we’ll fog the windows and smoke your last cigarette.

Bless us with the joy. Of your love. The healing of our soul’s. So we can see the glories kingdom.   Of  the music of harp’s that play the music of your. Love. The most beautiful music it is the music of your. Love.  

Crouching and watching Gracefully stalking vermin Please don’t viral meme me

times like these dear M——— at times like these : my thoughts turn : once again would i have been happier : if i remained here : if i never met : never loved : never lost : you : if i stayed : where…

At morning rise I hit the floor Thanking my God For every place my feet will explore   “You are my now You are my destiny Without your love Lord I don’t know where I’d be” yer “You make a way You’re promises are true…

Oh my. Quite tired. Here’s panel 21. I’m also collecting clips of ambient sound for SCRO’s eventual incarnation as – what? some sort of multi-media installation, sound, video, the whole deal. I’ve gathered 50 or 60 clips today, each a minute long. Here’s one.