Monthly Archives: November 2018

Current Position

Under way from

where I was

to the place

I ought to be,

out in the woods,

postcard stamped,

I’ll throw away

the key.

Telling to told,

somewhere

under the sun

you’ll find me.

Hand clasping,

stone holding

colour of the

deep blue sea.

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Leaves rustle,

between murmuring trees.

Air clears restlessness,

settles the unease.

Once doesn’t mean again,

go on, walking calmly

and untroubled,

dreaming the same

familiar dream.


You say it was dark,

you fell before you had light.

Talk, I’m listening.


In your own castle

there’s no matter to wonder.

You’re all lips and hands.