Coming back to old beginnings, soul on a platter, eyes on the road, past rivers and mountains and trees and lakes, the rising heart of day, the comfort cold of night – all seasons here forever, past fears and hopes and loneliness and dreaming, the diamonds hidden in the grass, the dragons soaring high, all [...]
I am drawn to darkness and the night has always been so kind to me. The shadows of hunter and prey: well-known, well-documented – as an absence of form or turbulent rain; a silent gutter, taking the confessions of a dying addict or the weird, obsessive clamour of sirens and the shocking, blinding glare of [...]
I write this window. I write the light that falls through the curtains. Behind the curtains must be a room, where you sit at a table: a pen in your hand, a notebook before you. You write me. In my dreams you write me. You have no name – not yet. You have no age, [...]
Your body, like the morning breeze that finds the shoreline and the lake and sends the gold-dressed reeds a-shivering, now moves and parts the wrinkled sheets that make our bed the surface of our dreaming and like the sun climbs up again and gathers strength at midday’s meet to touch the lake’s cool surface sheen, [...]
It is that time of year again, it’s spring again and songs come out to sing again of life and love: all things to do with hope again, while on the ground the branch that did escape the wind and rain of last November to hide beneath the white and soothing snow, lies naked now, [...]
Open your arms, like wings, like a map – in mid-flight. Come for me, like night, like these roads – outspread.