I think I see temples and mountains and purple sky but in the blink of an eye something new and the sky is back to blue and the train leaps right on through dark tunnel walls dripping, rhythmic drops inches keeping us from rock sparks in pitchest black limbs clawing for the tracks then light […]
Read more "That place out there"Wiggle wiggle
Waggle waggle
Twisting, turning, house is burning,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
Read more "Wiggle wiggle – a poem"Which is of interest to nobody, so instead here’s a poem about pretending to be a dog during sexy times that I wrote in five minutes.
Read more "I’m going to Japan"People with lives, lives like shooting stars, gleaming and bright and rare, rare as grass that’s green, water that’s blue.
Read more "This Town Has People In It"The bright eye of the sun peeks through twisted branches, setting but not quite hidden behind the hills. Rusted traintracks curve into the distance, straightening out through a steep valley below.
Read more "Places I’ve been (in Scotland)"Loony Lovegood looking girl,
Leaning right to see,
With swoosh of magic silver hair,
The curly mess of me.
Read more "Loony lovegood looking girl – a love poem"It stands behind me, whatever you want to call it. It’s a feeling, like sadness, or a fear of sadness, or worry or doubt or all those things at once. It’s a feeling, sure, but it’s tangible, and it stands there, even when I’m fine, when everything’s fine.
Read more "Breathing…"