It’s a gift, this evening: essay-free, the cars passing silver, coruscatingly ugly. I suck in the breath of a stranger’s … More
Tag: poem
365
you and I met in a car park on a warm spring night in San Jose that flash of your … More
Solstice
You like control, honey. Well I’m taking it from you; Sliding it from your grasp In my usual imperceptible style.
Extract from a Lost Chat Log
If I could talk to you now I would ask why, at thirteen, you scored the word fuck on your … More
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