"Something to be said..."

The faithful Moon kneels down to pray. A splintering mile of juts and shards, Of stealthy spears and slithery glass In ambush lies – sini...

A tragedy: He stared from his tower of light, Tasting salt. When I look at the world I see only the numbers, equations, Formulae holding it ...

Like sketching out life in pencil: A fear of ink indelible.

Alone in this drowsy epicentre In the after-silence of the bells - The stone column an extension of my spine, The dome the weight of my t...

Like a fanged glass shard Salivating in sleepy rain, Another week drips the dregs Of its hours like watery metal, Throbbing a wistful glint ...

Winter gloom set in this morning: Doused the room in dark As I clung to the life of my body; Temples throbbed blue as The alarm’s piercing l...

One of those train compartments From the films in grainy colour: Through a peeling swivel latch, where Bronzed wall-lamps trickle muffled Go...