Ghosts of Haworth Vivid autumn courses, bringing unwelcome news of unknown but compelling forces shrouded in time and season, a world where myth and reason…
LOST. I grieve for you in the cold quiet of winter My absent child, my long lost son Warming my hands over dying flames, frost…
Picture: ‘Brixton Market’ by Loz Flowers via Flickr Graffiti We once walked hand in hand through the pleasure gardens With the giant swans Who broke…
You lived in the tropics, once. In the rainforest, in the humid haze, spiny stems extending from those huge trees that soar upwards and splay their leaves in the canopy.
How strange it was to see her there After so much suffering. Her dying marriage A bleeding and untreated smear, Disguising a love neither would…
He kept screaming define me.
I kicked him in the head.
Now he is defined.
Defined as dead.
As they grew older they grew further away Withholding their love Remote, with apparently little to say No words, no tears, no kind of stuff…
They told me about you with naked iron sounds, Told me with neon aches aered their small change, Took coughing cigarettes and let drunken lips…
They do it on purpose, Howard thinks. Women. They know how these things get stuck in our heads. Unremarkable at the time, we barely even…