tracing the line of your lip I slip into love and loss and long to journey back to then the days we spent alone together welded at the...

the ball the ball the spinning ball will break your heart tear you apart it’s just a game they say it’s not it’s so much more than that...

the alphabet will save my life my mind my brain my sanity A B C D… there she goes H I J K… what was that name I felt a tiny click at M...

relentless summer creeps its weary pace across the yellow lawn past weedy clumps of yesterday’s fair shrubs and blooms too hot to tidy...

a day for women just the one wouldn’t want to give them big ideas make believe the job is done it’s not it’s barely begun bra-burners and...

the kaftan life spelled with a k does not change day to day night and day all okay in summer tis the easy way to drift and sway in...

The Age of Vulva is upon us (not the car, you idiot, the mons, the pubis, Mound of Venus) it is at us in our faces for all to see on...

obtusity (yes it is a word) inability incapacity to recognise hilarity identify comedy or maybe even wit you tit ‘tis tragedy friends can...

hours spent staring at a tiny green light in case there might be a message   hour spent focused on an envelope app in case there might be...

the man talks and you must of course listen them’s the rules he lives by knows no other way than this stern style of dissertation of...

red stains devil’s horns reborn in claret plonk no fancy moniker required you are mired in the juice and loving it til palpitations...

the aftermath is swift rushes in to fill the gap the airy floating space between the platform and the snow the springboard and the water...

we are gifted with crepe myrtle by the roadside growing free pink and purple frothy flora amongst garbage and the dumpsters and the...

in the wings in half light alone hard by the tabs in the hollow shaft of air far beneath the flies and you are rocking to the pre-show...

seconds of celebrity who where what how it’s you and them at this and that or in the past like wow not now and you must note it log it...

they come to you like butterflies in all their pretty colours while eyes are closed you’re half asleep tucked up beneath soft covers you...

the naked truth is hard to face brace for brutal it’s not pretty all that skin so pink exposed so grey a brand new way to shame to...

the trump is a chump not a card hard lump without vision other than a day or two ahead when almost everyone is dead as he is now within...

staring square-eyed into space without a show junkie me waiting brainless for another hit to drop into the interface to stop me musing on...

lightning is a lovely thing a gift from Zeus his party trick his wild celestial bling a flash no earthly pyrotechnician can match and...