When I break from you;

you feel it like molten lava

- a ravage that cools...

As my long neck gracefully touches down on the water, gentle splash and then a silence reigns. 

All around the mist is misplaced, echoing of shells, blue like seas, but then a scream, shimmering like glaze.

Such a shameful cry from out of the deep, guttural and violent, shaking out through the leaves. 

‘Who is calling?’ I ask, my black eyes peering through the gloom. My feathers are ruffled, my...

I bathed myself in knowledge. Each day became a portal lost inside a plot. And then:

Like a silence

your presence

nestled in

close now 

fast breathing

Blade of an oar

a helmsman calling

Otto you went

down and I forgot....

A single feather on the ground,

Laying still, each times found.

A voice to speak, each follicle

Pregnant stillness, life-side chronicle. 

And hollow, as we go again

Each time, migrating.

Moving spaces, flying sparks,

The grey flecked with white. 

What did it think, as it fell to the ground?

Lost its soar, kite-like motion.

And follow, as we go again

Each time, migrating.

Wings clipped, shift...

Awake, it’s like being trapped in a nightmare.

Driving into this car crash, in super slow motion.

I miss you:

I liked to put my lips on

Your perfect jawline

And breathe in.

Home. Safe.

: Alone

Asleep, I am lulled to a place of a daydream.

Stillness into this ocean, sped up fasting, frozen....

The throw, the time

And looking back

You’d already gone, past -

I’d noticed that.

A crushing of leaves

Plastic crosses and sobbing

Too dark the rising, baby -

I’d already forgotten. 

Your hand brushing 

Trying to pull me so tight

But in the moment, know -

I’d never let you go....

“My name is Frank,

I must come in!”

His beady eyes looked

So long and thin.

A wolf in sheep

Or some other, skin?

I pondered, and I knew

I would. I would have to

Let him in. Despite

The fact each time,

Chaos unfurls, his

Goosy, goosy curls begin.

“Oh Frank,” I said

“Yes do, please come in.”

He honked like a horn

Beak smiling like sin.

For love is paltry,

And bird always wins....

From up on high, a hush
cool focus through time.
Breezing wishes; feathers lost.

A rainbow of browns, and
such soft hazel eyes.
Sharpening claws; sharp pause.

The cold that knows, no shiver
flocking beneath meaty wings.
Shapeshifter; enchanted arrow spinner.

But again, those soft hazel eyes
don’t belong to such a killer.
Now shaking head, satisfied.

Holding my unflinching gaze
still and gli...

What is the truth? It hides. 

Slippery like an eel, 

can’t ever really hold it,

in your fingers.

Seeker, that tiny moment.

When you realise you,

have been lying to 

yourself, all along.

Metamorphosing under 

your skin. Are you going 

to believe everything 

they have told?...

She said she had brought the light, but the harder I stared through it, the less I was sure.

The warmth, the shimmer, the music held within it. It looked like light, but I knew it was a lie.

“Where did you get it?” I asked. She turned and gave her knowing smile, “From the sun, of course.”

Being able to see is such a gift, but also like the great proverb, something of a real curse.

The exciteme...