In this flat setting, humans, like letters, stand out. Perspective accounts are being written all throughout the country. Settlements are like punctuation marks where lives collide, like the rivers and mountains, the ancient ink of the Earth. Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea, shroud a multitude…

Running my nose is running My eyes leak and sting My teeth harbour ulcers I cough when I breathe in Shivers track their way down my back Sweat contradicts my skin’s desires I’ve swollen lips My tongue refuses to identify My nostrils flare red Running…

running problems i. Running From a lion-sized Yawn I’m caught Exhausted keeping This misfit mishmash Of survivors running  ii. Running argument With Ryan ongoing Never resolved & as for this year’s Nobel Prize nomination Definitely out of the running iii. Running nose Dribbling onto a…

Running                         Up the stairs,                  Along corridors, Along the beach, Down the street Over the bridge Down  the stairs Running

A SPOON A DAY The colours of the rainbow Can be found in our food, How can anything in life Ever taste so good? So many cuisines in the world The delicacy of each can never be verbally told Food is made special by the…

Running. What a stupid thing to do. Why run. We can walk. We can talk. I am talking through writing right now. Running my mouth. It’s a stunning type of running Like YOU running thru my mind, And by you, I meant her. Running shit…

Running, bounding, so far away Under sunset haze so orangey thick leaking Nectar purple so deep Not once thinking of the consequences of Inviting such soulful freedom Never before been felt. I Gave and I gave and I gave.   Grating haggard pulse I think…

embers in the dark He’s walked right round the town twice now taking Rueben & Ben with him (Did you know I’ve only just realised The double Ben) Priya & I have been In & out of kitchens & the supermarket Gathering supplies Of anything…

Running, words jammed together in here mind is jumbled, not very clear four more poems, tangling hair nouns thrown through morning air fresh picked verbs, bulbs rare one more poem done bedtime, I now need run except … running will never be done three more…

Homecoming As angelic lights summon me home I am welcomed by those that I love No more am I destined to roam While my solace comes from above I am welcomed by those that I love Their warmth brings incredible ease While my solace comes…