the four are fab
a river the width of a sea
imagine all the tourists
more selfies than observation
Tweets
believe
believe believed belief
bereave bereaved bereft
how a word a thought changed to another
the day you left
Programmed to see patterns
programmed to see patterns
I see waves crashing on rocks
tigers dancing
chessmen contemplating their fate
then
a sudden breeze
sweeps the clouds like leaves
from the north
and I think again
of reality
You left me flowers
You left me vases of flowers that did not die
A lemon yellow sun in the cobalt sky
A written instruction I was never to cry
All I wanted was to unhear goodbye
love continues
flesh tears
love is stronger
hearts break
love is stronger
dreams die
love is stronger
stronger than flesh
stronger than hearts
stronger than dreams
love continues
Violets are blue
Roses are red
So is my blood
Violets are blue
So are my lips
Roses are red
Roses are red
So is blood
Until coffee
Until coffee my life
is a slow
slow motion replay
of every other Sunday morning
The hill
The hill did not brood. It was not a looming presence above the peaceful town, nor somewhere people glanced nervously when thunder echoed down the valleys. And then, one day, with the sun high in a cloudless sky, it spat fire.
explore my home town
explore my home town
eyelashes brushing buildings
make my city yours
