A Little Cloud Play IP

Jerome was as lazy as a cloud. That’s what his mother used to tell him.

Scenes from my life

A rough day

work in progress with fire and ghosts

A man begins having episodes that send him into a strange world. A short piece that is in progress.

The half-life of words

a guide to morbidity.

White Orchid fields

Why rests your home amongst dead leaves of orchids In search of sustenance from rain Green fields which once stood in palatial residences

Remember

Remember me when the twilight of your past lingers like amber leaf smoke swirling swirls, Around your mid-night nocturnal thoughts;

Vortices (less long)

You would be forgiven for hating this. Trimmed and (maybe) improved reading. Maybe you'll hate it less.

Next Spring

Today our summer ended early

Untitled

I behold the blank page eying me From its right angled corners Tunnelling my vision into its Bare expressionlessness Perfect lines are on its surface Begging to be intruded by

is this thing on?

is this thing on? in the inexorable time it takes, for late night crumpets to toast, i’d all but expired. little more than a practice ghost

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