fenced delicacies

How I stash away my food, like a squirrel stowing nuts for a dark day of hibernation. you with your sticky fingers and runny noses and greedy mouths would go to any heights just to get a taste of my delicacies. maybe I need to wire some fence made of hard language; that usually puts…

in rising spray

I want to write about something else, anything really, but my head is crowded with the sound of the wind in lazy puddles, the approaching waves and the cries of distant seagulls. I’ve lost my heart again, the tides washed it away, every fibre drifting apart floating along solitary jellyfish, my heartbeat trapped under the…

The hounds of time

Always needing,chasing your thoughtspredators on the runleaving you infear and doubt, tospice up their prey.Always feeding,there is no time,not even the present,tearing, sucking, bitingaway at every momentcutting, clawing, crashingall your happy thoughtsuntil even their memoryis nothing but a faint echo,yet they keep on hunting.The hounds of time,once you let them in, theywill make you miserableunless…