If you believe you won’t perish before your descendants are torn into atoms apart, you’ll need to look at the world from a lesser distance to start to understand universal love for it is loud as a boom that’s sonic, not bourne of sexuality, nor in nature Platonic. It is an absence of anxiety which […]

The first photon seen in life Made of love born of violence And sheep clothing of determination Zoom out, it’s like a fractal Even a virgin’s teeth Still live between the lips She is beclawed By inheritance, hips mortal When the first half of us Swam to a new home The unlucky drowned headfirst Burned […]

I was Ganymede of Galileo, not of Zeus, protected by a battered skin in pits from disease of the body and glacier scars dragging across the skin from disease of the mind. Scratch the insect bite until you break skin; the itch has now gone. The insect has not. You will wake up again, unremarkable […]

Touch your skin to cold my child Point your eyes toward the sun And keep your finger in the blue flame As did Ual and Ory, twins named Perception Remembered as loss and victory In a game where hierarchy has no place Forget discomfort, take on one real sensation Rearranging merely flour of the bread […]

For beauty’s found inside abandoned sheds Filled by strange tools for romantic future use We are sitting on the silent ledge, no winds The past is partial, fragmented Tainted by the moment’s colour For nostalgia is wonder Stripped down, purified and unattainable Instinctive learning, sending searchlights for signs Excited by the unknown, that’s still familiar […]

Sleeping like a nomad at night in the international space station, they said you hit the ground headfirst if you don’t start by aiming at the low hanging fruit before flying out to Mars. With memories fragmented across the universe, past times are still well versed in all our worlds, alas the singularity may only […]

Her eyes glimmered like green marbles rolling across a classroom floor. It was a memory that left me bruised – like the knees under her socks, which were covered in scrapes from blissfully playful and carefree ignorance; those first few strikes of exposure to the outside world. Her cracked lips smiled at me awkwardly from […]

Black lace over the lampshade creates haze It is hard work to climb up To a mound so smooth and steep A landscape for sore eyes and long days In absence leads poor men to weep Then she will hover As naive lambs, they start off sober Her piercing stare adds to the fuel Burning […]