and how they protrude so vulnerably
against your flesh, as if a semi hidden...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

it clings to your skin,
woven through the wool...

Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...

You wield your
tongue like an assassin's...

We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...

During rush hour
Everyone seems to think that...

Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...

At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...

Love is the only joke
in which I fell for...

Did my kisses
stir a flame in your...

is the colour of
my better wishes...