Time’s glass walls

Text: Let me live in this dream Where we meet beyond Time’s glass walls

My broken days

Text: My broken days are not what you see They’re not in the parting of my lips Or my shadowed gaze You’ll find them deep in my bones Finely etched fractures of stories half-written A curation for no one’s sake But the art of a mortal life

One

Text: When the quiet threatens to devour me I thunder back A voice lit with a thousand lights Orchestrated into one resistance

Cold

Text: Being close to you Is the coldest way To fool myself

Sharing

Text: Relief is found In putting these words down By the river in empty pails Waiting to be dipped In the streams of ‘I’ve been there too’

Long love

A long time ago I made myself a promise To settle for nothing less than sublimity Even if every moment of falling in love With the crude beauty of people and places Would render heartbreak inevitable And would require a daily sacrifice To stay open, to stay vulnerable And to learn deeply That the beauty […]

Strings attached

A theory proved A story cleaved Fragmented over time An echo reverberating Across many strings With endless possibilities Intertwining Of various realities Intermingling Shadows nearly recognisable Slips of memories That could be fables Words I thought And might have spoken To someone I may have known, Even loved, in theory Once upon a string