Hello, I don’t have a phone or access, either. Hello, I crank the spit of life each & every day.

Too easy to call, a challenge not realised killed off in the world class, figuratively the worse, the better…

My soul trembles attempting to wriggle from my body. Do you see me vibrate?

The haunted house is less haunted when there are two ghosts…

The gospel of Immanentism says do not look above but directly at the earth—to its quicksilver…

I still smile at the mention of your name, I still laugh at the jokes once made. I still cry at the wrongs I've made…

Loud thumps were more than company, front door as thin as any. Mum walked across the noise to see each thump…

In the final determination it was calculated with some certainty that each time a citizen of earth failed to masturbate…

See the mouse there, leaping over mouse traps. See the rat there…

He was the fairest among us, the one bearing the clear irises and the dark deep pupils, where all our secrets could be drowned…

In the time It took For a high cloud To briefly cast a shadow Across the beach, Everything changed.

Call me a romantic, I'll say, The flowers look so lovely…

Rolling around in circles, a tradesman’s blot, Descending into redemption a falling brick

The burden of the wishing well, weeping for all the wishes lost. Like a deaf sea shell in childrens hands…

To be alone in deep silence, to be in birdsong beside oceans and waterfalls…

Though savaged skin has stuck and scared, torn muscle joined and matted, though shattered bones are bonded hard…

I am an artist without canvas or paint, I am a carpenter without wood, I am a film maker without a camera…

The loss well is now full. No more room for you my son, no standing room or waiting queue

I once saw the setting sun bisect the world with only a strip

I thought it was just a comma, a short breath, then I saw your full stop.