I want you and
I don't...
The old house on the hill sits empty
its still structure a thousand tongues of silence...
We're watching the world
wake from hibernation...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...
I don’t have space
for grief...
A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris...
Murder barges in shortly
after midnight, no knock...
Emmerdale Farm plays
as you sit there...
I crossed a border recently
It was a conscious, careful crossing...
How many bubbles
does it take to drown...