
Butterfly
Was it myself I saw in you, so despairing, like a butterfly in a Chinese lampshade, trying to reach out, … Continue reading Butterfly
Was it myself I saw in you, so despairing, like a butterfly in a Chinese lampshade, trying to reach out, … Continue reading Butterfly
Can we today stop the flow of blood, pretend to heal the wounds so you can dance like you did … Continue reading Valentine
I was ashamed of my dad waiting for me at the school gates in boiler suit and dirty hands he … Continue reading I was ashamed
war is okay I can sidle up to a sweet cappuccino put down the paper, click off the news and … Continue reading War is Okay
You have to read between the lines, the ‘why’ and ‘when’ to everything I say are full stops to my … Continue reading Rifle Shots
Coffee and cake at Marylebone station she looks pretty in the afternoon light shows me a picture of her boy … Continue reading “Just Like a Boyfriend”
seeing your number in a shop window the curvaceous writing is what caught my eye I liked your voice when … Continue reading Beyond Reproach
For twelve weeks, twelve long weeks Maria I dripped with sweat beneath the colours of world evolution on this stage … Continue reading Mystery Drama
I love your palette of colours, the way you sweep into a room in a playful sunflower yellow and talk … Continue reading Your Colours
when the day comes the world wide web will groan into life, a parasitic force, huge and monstrous, of sub … Continue reading A Furtive Glance