I cannot write. Cannot write, cannot write cannotwritecannotwrite.There is nothing to say, it’s all been read,saidanddone. I cannot writeright: my idealism won’t countenance these mongrel awkwardnesses, won’tafford…… Read more “Today”
again and again overwhelmed by tears that do not come heating my face, burning my eyes, stoppering my throat like a cork in a bottle the possible…… Read more “vapour”
you're \ \ \ so carefully constructed flaunting what you \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ think they want to see \ \ \… Read more "Constructed"
i. my ink Grows greenly in the deep blue Sea of (V a s t, this)night, sending roots down deep, tendrils up and out — a r…… Read more “my ink_”
woke this morning, lifted salty eyes to a small window frosted with chill. condensed upon the pane: night’s dew from my cheeks and shining eyes, transformed. outside,…… Read more “conservation of matter / energy”
don’t feel like turning myself on my head just to look at the world with new eyes. to see it all through glass or crystal, doesn’t matter.…… Read more “Matter.”