Watching Weirdo

I watched a man waiting at a bus stop. He was smoking a cigarette. With one hand in his coat pocket he blew clouds into the cold evening air. His cigarette between his first two fingers glowed at its …

Would you like it back?

We’re left sitting In silence In confusion In frustration In this broken love Soaked in the curdled hearts we’ve shred like confetti The blood stains like the lipstick you liked so much I could never …

Milky Way

It was perfectly nighttime. There was a sloping tangle of layers of deep green thickly weaved. Short trees and stout bushes crowded together and collaged the earth with twisting limbs and smothered it…

Monsoon

I fell asleep all too soon Lulled by the quietening monsoon Pattering away on the roofs A thousand pairs of thundering hooves Down and down poured the sheets of rain Enough to render me insane The wor…

Bye Bye Birdie

The magpie feels the chalk morning’s sun, and knows another day begun. Missing the refuge of the downy birch she glides between buses and billboards in search of a sunlit, solitary perch. Quite far fr…