Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…

Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…

Wings of wax and feathers plucked From your breast (not literal, min… But it sure felt like I was flyin… We’d laugh and you’d call me Icar… Always in danger of being

What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…

walking in the rain past the irresponsible road works watch the oil trickle away colours dancing away always away from me

We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,

How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love