Poem: Summer Soundtrack
I remember a good summer bright with promise, crushes and sex, my memory nebulous a floating soundtrack to the sun. If only I could remember more.…
Poem: Pluck
I haven't quite decided what they tell me is true pluck away one by one and leave me hanging by my bones my soul scoured clean…
Poem: Aniseed Dreams
Sometimes all we have are dreams like aniseed a strange moment we can't quite identify. Or enjoy. I breathe in stale air sleep on sheets rucked…