All shadows are real. All move with the light that awaits them: their substance a breath, a thin layer of trust in iron-set law – and shadows, like love, not caring for, careful of causes: a distant and powerful sun or a trembling, hand-held candle will do.
We take the sky – I’ll take you with me. I borrowed wings from an owl that I raised last night. It fed on bits and pieces of left-over words and dreaming. It drank what was left of my rhymes. We take the sky – your arms around me. We’ll leave the gutters and the [...]
I drive my dreams this autumn night, through potholes, past the roadkill and the hydrants, the washed-out poems of a dying day. I drive my dreams this quiet night, by the light of Dylan Thomas and the sound of stars – and I drive to you. I drive to you: I die and breathe and [...]