Erasure poem using p. 143 of art sex music by Cosey Fanni Tutti (Faber & Faber, 2017):   We forged on— artists, poets and musicians He was wild dangerous and uncompromising I was stuck at a local factory for quite a while I’d been practising and felt…

Soft canopy shades, Moon’s glory crept across the Lake with time to spare.   Floating Lue August 13, 2016

Keep moving, keep moving the music is playing But someone took my seat I can still see it over there The perfect size the perfect fit warm and cozy calling me home Quick, stop the music, I’m almost here

Thoughtless health, casual happiness: Fade to black, aching emptiness: Bleak despair, lonely hopelessness: Moving on. Finding hope, future brightening Treatment plans, self-enlightening, Falling back, darkness tightening: Moving on. Pitch and yaw, hope to bleak despair Back and forth, experts everywhere Callous disregard, no-one seems to…

There’s a place down the road. A poorly taken care of unkempt road. Hole the size of a small moon. The kind that swallows cars whole. Many brave cars have traveled it. With aspirations of reaching some destination. And they have fallen short. Who knows how…

In a world without shoes My toes are happiest submerged in coastal sand Tickled by sea foam.