What’s that? he said, on your chain? pointing…

The boy woke up early that summer morning. The vague netting of dawn lingered over the garden outside his window…

‘Collateral damage’, which is tossed round like a parent’s beachball…

Like a fly, stuck in Amber, a living struggling insect trapped under a hard translucent skin…

Beige fades to grey on all the curves and nooks it flaunts and back to beige…

Crammed to the crags with its old stories, his-stories come alive and made theirs to consider…

Like little eggs on cedar trees, the upturned pinecones sat…

Clung on in defiance to the unthinking man’s brain…

For ‘I am right and you are fucking wrong’ to penetrate the pores of who you please…

For many of us, until recently, there was little need to ever justify a journey. For centuries, humans have been travelling…

It was a still, sweltering afternoon. The high-pitched piercing whine of cicadas filled the air. They clung to the trunks of huge trees …

To be or not to be, That’s still the question. Whether tis manlier in silence to endure the regrets and fears of oppressive existence or…

Enter in, peel back the matted present varnished and taped, like the clasping hands of bark on a tree, rent to reveal history in spiralled stamps.

One day he just couldn’t understand, So thought he shouldn’t and he wouldn’t…

I wake up, dazed and alone, I guess this is how it feels when I am home, I lie in my bed and stare at my phone…

Ancient cobbles populate an ancient square, walled-in by the honey-ochre walls of an ancient university. Soft autumn light kisses worn sandstone…

Now so long, Leonard. It’s time that we began to talk and see and see and talk about it all again…

He had sweet eyes. The type that change seasons. The type you can’t find but stumble upon in a restaurant somewhere…

Belay, belay. Send back the waves, Untie the rocks from their creviced hides, Iron out the burnished sea, And swallow the mists that close the sky.

There was a time when we all shared a single bathroom…