A dedication

A dedication To everyonewho has ever felt lostdespite the mapbeing the right way updespite being proficientwith a compassyet still feels the stingof its needlea splinterquiveringas it sips at your blood

Waking

Waking Waking is the worstpart of every daythe moment you realisealong with everything elsesleep has abandoned youstare at the ripple-less desert of the perfect ceilingwishing for oblivionto turn backto take your hand againwarmth leaves your body sunlight absorbed by stoneevaporates at nightonly your night is the daythat's been waitingto carry on pushing its bladesthrough youyou... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget Sometimes I forget about the last of the lighttouching the tips of the fieldsof how the sea breathes all nightof the soft soot of shadowsheld in the hedgerowsthe smallness of a Wrenthe greater smallness of its heartthen I imagine its beatinga buzz that blurs its edgessometimes I forgetdew dropsspider sockshung out in... Continue Reading →

Hopelessness begins with hope

Hopelessness begins with hopean ember glows inside rememberthe loveless are full of lovea psalm lives betweenthe closing of the palmslightning is a fracture in the lightthe sea is full of silencesilence is full of screamsthe dark of the darknessis a songthe song is brimming with singthe sun is choking on candlesthe choir a single throata... Continue Reading →

Fatherhood

Fatherhood 1.Navigating the canalyou wanted to skim the edgesto run your fingers along the bladeyou didn't believe you could bleedyou scrape the length of your sidethe opposite of a ploughed fieldbrightness uncurled from beneathI pulled us backto where you didn't want to bethe safety of the centreI see your scars in the stillnessalready starting to... Continue Reading →

The ghosts of birds

The ghosts of birds I wanted the ghost of birdshaunting our wallsI wanted hummingbirdssipping the goldoozing from our charred rafterstheir corpses spill from the fireplaceoverflow from the chimneyat night I hear their muffled rollinto the guttersapples dissolving in the grasscurtains relax back against the glassflowered with sunbruised with birds

The paths are quiet again

The paths are quiet again The silence in me shuffles with the leaves feel you hand in mine again the tired touch of sunlight settling in the shallows of my palms the scent of smoke weaved into the breeze birdsong splitting the air expired Goldfinches flutter round my hands the ghost of fireworks I walk... Continue Reading →

Repetition

Repetition You never liked walkingthe same path twiceto re-watch filmsdid you see it allin the single glancethe one viewing?I need to go backto walkthe same paths againto rememberto noticehow repetitionchanges everythinghow upon returneverythingshifted slightlyreconfiguredpaths are madeby repetitionby lovefor others to followto see what you've seento see what you've missed

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