shadows the in what's see you canOut of the corner of your eye you see them thereMirror the in dancing shapesThe shadows wait for us in the mirrorbeyond own our WorldLiving eternal, tied to the glassfound never is DeathLife is a reflection time to time…

1:22 PM  Smoke Smoke’s smell is rising from unknown sources Have already run out of tracking resources It’s no where near, that is clear Yet into my lungs and taste it courses. There is no need to fear Since the fire Is nowhere near And…

These are the chinchilla days Clenching and releasing Chewing and perceiving. This would most respectably be called Disquiet But why play that game Designed by those who do not Sympathise This is called vicious by me Vicious at the unknown sources At the unravelled At…

When you don’t know what to do. When the platitudes make you angry. When prayers go unanswered. When the phone call is mostly silence. When you wake up too early and stay awake too late. When all that is inside of you is dying. When…

inside it’s very quiet   in fact it’s quite content.   outside there are deadlines and everyone wants their money on time.   inside it’s very cocoon-esque   outside there’s a lot of dishes and cleaning and paperwork to sort through.   inside there is…

Cigarette smoke, frenzied chitchats, Manchester folk in starched pillbox hats. Ash trays on tables and wise women’s fables, The glory of the caf’ in the amusement arcade, After works laugh, always time overstayed, Men in workers jeans stand at fruity machines Hookey Street plays on…

Inside A heartbeat bold and brave Willing to serve or fight Blood infused with high standards A thoughtful mind Strong bones to endure Reserved lips Generous teeth Observing eyes Sympathetic ears listen Hands to lift and hold Humble knees Onward moving feet A face the…

Perching VCS I sat on a pole Held aloft Under the sweltering sun Of the rotting waste Of the battlefield below me I looked out of a telescope Harangued by flies Gnawed at by hunger Smacked in the chest with despair I scan the horizon…

An Explanation   It should come as no surprise to anyone that day should end and night should come, as winter follows fall, and the fields turn black or white, as the season freezes the earth.   Even the stars must burn out and die,…

These are the things we’ve never been permitted to talk about: the bruises from Daddy, the scars from the broken Sunday School slate. Whether we were bad (which we were – tic tac toe on the pews), whether our sisters were good (they slept in…