Category Archives: poetry
this life
this patter in the morning is invading my dream my waking is adulterated by strange symphonies what world is this which I am opening my eyes to? The first light of spring the first unfolding unfurling of a snow white
this life
this patter in the morning is invading my dream my waking is adulterated by strange symphonies what world is this which I am opening my eyes to? The first light of spring the first unfolding unfurling of a snow white
New Frost
These seasons which change in them remains the buried vestiges of our yesterdays worn soles dug from last years winter clothes in bins in basements we scurry frenzied suddenly and awoken at once by the cold we have no longer
New Frost
These seasons which change in them remains the buried vestiges of our yesterdays worn soles dug from last years winter clothes in bins in basements we scurry frenzied suddenly and awoken at once by the cold we have no longer
Glory Fish
Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and
Glory Fish
Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and
kill time slowly
I am sitting in the corner trying to extrapolate upon the manyfold ways to begin my mind reverts towards the hours which have passed a record playing backwards and all these moments are stars across the sky of my mind
kill time slowly
I am sitting in the corner trying to extrapolate upon the manyfold ways to begin my mind reverts towards the hours which have passed a record playing backwards and all these moments are stars across the sky of my mind
Gadget/Widget
the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety
Gadget/Widget
the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety
