I remember now, why I hate my sister
It’s not because of the big things,
Although they don’t help.
It’s because of the static, unmoving rigidity
Of her will
And her ire
And her farce.
Read more "I remember now, why I hate my sister"It’s not because of the big things,
Although they don’t help.
It’s because of the static, unmoving rigidity
Of her will
And her ire
And her farce.
Read more "I remember now, why I hate my sister"My mother never loved my father,
A man who even at the best of times was a drunk and a gambler.
Whether she loved me was a question I thought of habitually
And to some great extent,
But with little in the way of conclusion.
Read more "The house on the hill – One further poem"I was in love once.
Now I am again.
This love feels so much smaller, though,
Than the love I felt back then.
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"