The Ease of Falling

“we’re history
there’s no point in anything. Just kiss me”

From the Window

When we dipped our toes in the devil’s honeyed water, your eyes became blinding blue fluorescent lights. Why did they make me stare for so long?

Apocalypse

First post of twentytwentyone 2021… in February, yes I know. I’ve been working on quite a lot of poems so …

Finding You (foyle 2020)

Those, too, crossed seas,
crossed continents, just to be