I saw that last picture of you, st… the infamous bunker. It was a blur… that seemed right for the moment,… it seemed now pointless and old, a… You looked over the wreckage broug…

The flower in the whisky bottle beckons me, kindly as a guru, a Buddha, a pink fleshed lover. I open the door behind the whisky…

He wanders around his silent home, uneasy one might say, lonely as a… said one cleverer than he. Music, yes, that’s it, music, music and whiskey. No, no not yet.

I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.

When I make an inappropriate comm… she would raise her eyebrows, and… at me, as a silent chastisement. Donald J Trump, Scott Morrison a… meet in an obscure coffee shop in…

I saw your response to my post on… because my phone dinged as I was w… under the trees in the cool of the… Thankyou for that response that sh… at me from a square of capitalised…

It was the only swing in the park… as you swang on it, iron rasping angrily against iron. This one felt the edge, the seat vibrating slightly as you…

The day started breathing gently on the drapes you breathed on my naked shoulder

I think you’d been drifting away from us, even before you ended up in this sterile hospital bed. But you seem to have caught

We are running out of breath in th… to avoid our fate, avoid ourselves… make a new fate, make ourselves an… We are at the beachhead and the wa… are boiling in like playful, malic…

We had and ibis summer where the b… was picked at disconsolately by th… where the trees stood stoically in… in their drawing of water from dee… to store in their trunk, branches…

Can a poet raise his head from the… these days? Can he take in the com… Or would he only be able to say, “the world is too much wit… They all seem to say the same thin…

Your silhouette in the doorway is a light shining from within you to inside of me. Your arm raised in greeting is strength to my tired arms.