If you animated grief I reckon it would be one of those dogs on the beach in Thailand. The kind that hobble along a few meters behind you, and sleep at the […]
Don’t feed the dog
Queeries and Theories and Other Essays for Alice
I recall being about 24 years old and knowing everything. The clarity, that this humble little mind told me I had, was startling. Sure in some respects, I did know it all. […]
Love you Everywhere
I’ve a steep inclination to tell you That I anticipate your presence And that I savour your clarity And admire your savoir faire And that I love you everywhere.
Stop
I am told I need to slow down I know it is true But then I open the milk It spills: spilt milk I chuckle, clean it up, Throw the cloth at […]
the Reinvented Poet 