Occasional poetry and prose. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy. Original photos from around the place.
A hazy kind of cold,
like freezing smoke
chilling everyone with
a pleasant cooling taste.
Going to sleep
to never wake.
And down then.
A single magnolia bloom falls.
Life-shaped spaces
left lifeless.
A stopped carousel.
Arrivals unarrived.
Angry words vibrate
in a father’s pocket.
The last mistrust
despite unbroken vows.
My heart landed here!
After extravagance
and decadence.
My heart landed here.
A log cabin full of music
And drinks and conversation
Craving experience where
nobody notices anyone else.
No upturned noses, no cares.
Just a happy place for all.
A difficult place to leave
after a sentimental drink.
Explain how you met twice
And fell in love.
Vancouver is a trapezoid.
London is grown-up.
San Francisco is a garbage pile of creative genius.
Los Angeles is pretend.
Venice is mythical.
Sheffield is an anchor of cold hard rock.
Peterborough is L-shaped.
Manila is delicious.
Portland is a haze.
Orlando is glistening skin.
Chico is coffee at home.
Ypres is Cafés and falling off chairs.
Dublin is musical.
Frankfurt is on time with sauce udders.
Hong Kong is a blurry queue.
Barcelona is sunny sandwiches.
Milan is exposed to the world.
New Orleans is drunk and in love.
Baltimore is Old Bay.
Edinburgh is a whisky volcano.
