Category Archives: l

On the last Day of August 2011 (or: ‘Come down with a cold’) Here is a brief landscape of my mind: upturned and turned out like the Atlantean trees which seem to grow roots into the sky i am askew, … Continue reading →

On Love etc. What then is a tower which cannot build itself but a mountainous form of ashes a palacade of tears on oceanic shores a ruination of stars in a floodlit heaven a rusted battleship with broken hull land … Continue reading →

On Love and Leaving (To AS and JS) A thousand cuts upon my soul for love in times of trouble who knows the urges we have felt but us their closest double a house is not a home that lives … Continue reading →