"It should certainly be raining, or at least it would be if there were any poetic justice in the world..."

Arithmetic made difficult

All About Me and You I’m the kind of person who would have gone to a public witch burning to find out what kind of kindling was hip,

Plastic straws and ice cream cups clatter against the barrier between sea and land

A single locket still clings to a windowsill embraced by brambles and ivy

I've had my chance I can't go on Doing something right But it turns out wrong They'll throw it all back Treat you like a whore It was all a mistake Those you cared for It only goes wrong

Old Roses Old roses underplanted with lavender banked purple petticoats solid as old money and a well trained chorus a Jacobean courtyard of mellow stone seems to be theatrically painted

Good rabbit, bad rabbit