Every morning my grandfather comes down the two-flight stairs and opens the door to the kitchen where I am sitting eating breakfast and...

Out, with purposelessness driven, euphoria and splendours of the mind, into the sturdy streets, into their alleys, ripe and burdened,...

How many coffee cups without a reformation, how many teas I’ve drained and was the same. Where is the line? Where is the line? How many...

I want continuity to my existence. O Night, O, soften me, turn me tender and gaping, a wound in the flesh of our darkness, the water that...

I can’t ignore the lady wailing on the pinnacle of stone that rises like an obituary out of the ground, declaring nothing useful, plagued...

O the cryptic photograph of a woman’s eyes, as vast as the heavens, as small as a pond. I have both drowned and flown in your embrace. As...

I imagined you a seasonal refrain, a cold embellishment of sopping truth, having snagged her loins on the craggy teeth at the mouth of...

What impossible worlds have coloured your eyes? globes witnessing life, the fresh intake of solid light, metamorphosed or spectacular,...

I made my way home, over the damp carpet of leaves upon the path, the soft, sinewy squish of their moss-like flesh, those remnants of the...

I am still tethered, inextricably, to those places that have been sanctified by your longing gaze, still longing myself for your gaze and...