“Works with obvious meanings cease to be art” he said, yet we must not be obscure for obscurity’s sake the meaning should be clear, flowing just beneath the surface Like a Continue Reading →

I once sat in your lap dragged my fingers across your face hooked a thumb on your lip then left you alone in the dark   I insist that you Continue Reading →

I’ve started narcissistically seeing myself in everything you do maybe just my imagination maybe true   It’s become almost impossible for us to write things that aren’t somehow about each Continue Reading →

My father doesn’t like surprises We tried to throw him a fiftieth birthday He found out and picked a fight with me and mum and Aunty Prue in front of Continue Reading →

2am’s not quite 3am, when you start making noises about having to sleep I have to get up in a few hours why are we still talking, anyway? 2am’s not Continue Reading →

One day isn’t much to do everything you ever wanted to do You can’t travel the world in one day walk Machu Picchu see the pyramids dance naked in the Continue Reading →

They’re just a mistype, really because I always write angels when I mean angles and no matter what Da Vinci says there’s nothing divine about maths   The first angel Continue Reading →

I’m not reading not today maybe not ever But I’m nervous for you in the density of the cafe your knees knock mine your fingers clutch your eyes dart You’re Continue Reading →

‘C’mon’ he coaxed her into the ink, the black water She wasn’t bothered by the waves lapping at her thighs The night sky blanket on her shoulders, the empty stretch Continue Reading →

Four small triangles silhouetted against the outside of my window The light is on in the hallway they think it is a moon they press their naked pale undersides against Continue Reading →