Monthly Archives: April 2015

White knuckles breach her fist As she twists against the chair Her feet kick the keys beneath She is breathless Sweat sticks to the seat Her brain swallows the question She’s blanked out Should she ask you to repeat? Ocean … Continue reading →

He would be better than the Major Oak He’d be green all year round He’d have a host of small things living in him And would hold parties beneath his boughs He’d be so tall aeroplanes would navigate round him … Continue reading →

it’s dark outside you listen to past music you’re not quite lost but any moment the sounds of eighties pop might be replaced with sad sighs and silence

You are invincible Life without corners Stretched out before you No looking back A straight track

The era of silence Now we are hushed We hide our words Behind that wall We are silent