Unordered Tales

Tonight again

Here again confined in walls Sheathed in last night's shadow Veils of yesterday not yet forgotten repetition a stagnant illusion The ashtray sits as...

Art class

GCSE Art

Bull

The brown one knows me I'm sure I often watch him from my window With a gentle whistle he comes Through the fog I see him snorting breath Slow hooves...
Cherry

Burning the bodies

From my window, south facing In a heated room with a table I saw the summer Slowly strangled, by twisted Cruel fingers of the autumn I could have...
Cherry

By the automatic doors

We stood with lit cigarettes in the wind Reflections sliced by the automatic doors The sky heavy; a cruel twist in the breeze I felt my own heart...

Crimson windows

watching you, drawing us