Me and Cody played well in to the evening. Mostly on Zombie Ninja Storm 2. Personally I’ve always preferred the first one, better story line, but Cody said the second had a better multiplayer mode.

Staring down at the blood staining his hands, his son’s blood, Sam was lost.

As a token of trust, I gave my lover my voodoo doll.

The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci in poem form.

They always put the wheelchairs behind the goals. That’s how Frida and I met. She was sketching me. I was sketching your shirt. I love the wantonness of that upturned collar.

(for Alison Dunne and Michael Donaghy) She’s washing dinner dishes as I sit at the kitchen table, leafing through her copy of 'Remembering Dances Learned Last Night.'

Shopping by woods this snowy eve, I wonder why each word I read gets muddled up, goes quite mad. How did my eyesight get so bad? I look at poems I once held dear

Don’t write. Don’t phone. Don’t wait outside my door in the rain. Yes, I adore you. I’d do anything for you, except ever see you again. Your sorrow is so tangible