Monday, 6 April 2015

Tuesday, 17 March 2015

It's what I do.

I took all the depth,
the complexities,
the emotion,
and the struggles,
tied them up in a few words,
then hung them in a tree to dry.

It's me and mine.
It's what I do.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Conversation and Tea

Moments of clarity.

Everything has been a rush of hot emotion,
since the moment we met.

My sensible brain, on hiatus,
replaced by wanting, taking.

But what I want isn't just a
quick fuck;
you're something special.

And now, in the quiet time,
before I start the day,
I think about how I want to do this properly.

Let's start with conversation and tea.

Monday, 9 February 2015


a death is not the time,
for a philosophical discussion,
with an atheist.

an atheist at a funeral reminds you of your permanent

we're like the accountant at the party,
a void forms around us,
thoughts unexpressed permeate the air.

we have no comforting platitudes,
we can only accept the sadness.