Their chatter, flashes and flickers of envy she moved, flushed in all her young beauty the illusion would convict her. she awoke alone transient as lightening Hazy sunrise in August brimming in the vigour of youth like red hot pokers under the sky all dried away to nothing. She did not see and laughed heartily […]

The sun Was like a flashing sword That ran down my veil Of tears The sun Was a red-hot breath Of fire, splitting from My whole being I tightened the trigger I felt the sweat The sun destroyed the balance Of the beach I’d been happy The bullets sank, leaving a mark Like giving four […]

That time was the time I spoke out, the hidden hand felt less honest, so ridiculous and tender,yes, false. I kiss each law and bruise the perfectly white years; astounded. ( Derived from Stephen Dunn’s ‘Each from Different Heights’ )