Poetry

a catcher’s handbook

a love for spearmint, for the burgundy red
                   rhubarb patch

25 March 2020
kitchen ants

They reverberate their
pheromone calls

gallery of rotten riches

under the withered moon of catastrophe
a strain on the blueberry sky.

for joy.

the sky’s sparkling with fractured light
the champagne has bubbled our heads

24 March 2020
I Follow Your Route

A moth in the sink is
Not a broccoli

Love Note: 54

You are still there.
Frozen

the snow falls softly

they run
losing memories like leaves

pomegranate streetwalker

I’m seven 
pushing my bike down the lane 
the crunchy gravel sounds delicious

Strange little boy

they call you

  Strange, little boy.

Cooking Words

Unwrapping the tinfoil, Oops, the intonation of a sentence / is overcooked; the content of a sentence is / meaningless.

3 December 2019
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