The engines stop. Judder. There was a life that was never yours out on the black sea, where souls were lost and still are, where there was and is not you, stood on deck, looking out on the waters that churn and will churn without you. There where sweethearts are…
If you’re anything like me you’ve been umming and ahing over a range of coins for some time now. Kicking yourself when the one you didn’t invest in pumps, and, inevitably, when the one you did crashes. You’ve been doing your research. Scanning white papers, trawling telegraph feeds, reading through…
Somewhere in the blue mist that the sea forms with the sky. Somewhere between the foams and the wet air, where idle boats yaw and sleeping men rest next to drying fish. Seeping out of the horizon – a slow and gentle murmur filling the room, a hushed, quiet dancing…
When my father sleeps the mosquitos come out to feast.
From marionette bowed shoulders stretches sweetened coffee skin. A nude, dimpled four string moaning the low breaths of sunrise. The black stems on which you walk follow me.
When we in bleakest winter wait, when rain falls hard, where shivering bones meet in the clutches of sodden graves. Where we in bleakest winter wait. By wooden steps, fields, muddied green and brown, drenched toes watered in our wake. Tarred lungs moan heavy breathes ghostly dim. Petal…
There is an indifference to you. A pernicious contempt for your desires, and a deep unhappiness with your need to permeate my brain. I find myself sleep walking through the throes of your passion, unable to allow you that sceptred place in my mind. Though echoes of your beauty find…
