The beach stones are thousand-year smooth, grey light grey when the clouds clear the moon, black as the night when the misting returns. The sky-black sea crashes foam white at its border. If there are voices, they are distant, both in place and time.
Tweets
against the flow
the only person on the riverbank walking away from town
the only person with no dog or a rugby scarf
he holds his shopping bag tight and swinging slightly
See? I have a right to exist. I have every right to be here.
On the bridge
it has rained and rained on the hills upstream
the river flows deep, the colour of builder’s tea
beyond the last fields the sea waits
rain batters
rain batters roof tiles
the red shutters may not hold
my heart is not storm ready
but who is the one
but who is the one
who is the one who
is the final one
who is the only one
who
sun arrows
sun arrows down from cloudless skies
winter wind bringing ice to skin
in the distance the hill burns
and time
and time and time and time
will catch us in its oily grasp
and hold us there unmoving
as people places memories all fade away
in the darkness snow falls
in the darkness snow falls, covers snowdrops
green heart quivers
daylight cracks unclouded sky
iced snow shields the living
Walk into the woods with me
Walk into the woods with me
There is no path but there is sunlight and shadow
Later we can decide
If we will ever walk out again
New word: thundersnow
new word: thundersnow
what on earth can that be like?
my heart in your hands
