Why do warm days reduce in size,
And seeds fall with the Autumn leaves...

Ghosts
rev their bikes, then...

she had the symptoms:
streaming eyes, itching, sneezing...

These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...

blue tits strip lichen
above an ice cold stream whilst...

one, two. . .
he struck her back...

ah, ah, ah. . .
Atishoo...

as i look down from
tier 4, my appetite for...

for jenny wren flew in the glen
amongst the bush and bramble stems...

Her laugh her giggle
Her chest her wiggle...

the Pride flag dances
with glee now its red can flow...

Why do these days on lonely streets I cast
a clouded jewel on dolls devoid of face...