Wednesday 18 January 2017

Helen (IIII IIII)

If it was
    longing what do you call it now

Helen (IIII IIII)

how many others glancing
                                         at you

Monday 2 January 2017

I stood on a puddle of ice
today. I realised inertia scared me I was in a room
, she told me ‘save me a seat’ and veered Across the room he watched


‘Jack, sit here’, he said And I perched with him The
couch wouldn’t fit both of us And our spines
almost touched