There is a house, bleak and retired where poppies align in close order. Beyond the glassy armour, disguised by quilts of silt the frozen air is deafening. The floorboards lie in an unsettled slumber with hourly knells to conquer the quiet. For hours I sit between cans and potatoes checking the use-by-date and breathing in the void. Continue reading Grandad’s House

The Sunday morning daybreak in the town I call my own, is warmer than this house despite its charring fire. I remember Sunday mornings when embers would flicker in my contended eyes. But here nobody tends to them, so I let the water run. I let the water smother them. On this early Sunday morning I long to be at home, but home is this … Continue reading Sunday Morning

I long to stay consumed in your safe care; I bargain with the clock’s incessant beat. The striking force of summer’s mighty flare is but a breeze with you; so strong, but sweet. I drown beneath the tide of your soft sigh and crave a place in which our souls entwine. Within this sacred hour of time’s harsh tie your beautiful entirety is mine. And … Continue reading Stay Longer

Touch me now. I will not let you leave me alone beneath this barricade of white sheets. I am a prisoner to the gold that freckles your eyes. I owe my sleepless nights to your heat, your scent, your taste, that summons my neck hairs to stand to attention. From your canyon voice I will forget nothing about you. Your touch will sit with me … Continue reading Prisoner

My hands, a cage, retain a scream, they blot my aching eyes and paints contentment on my face, concealing grief with lies.   It knots despair around my neck then pushes me to smile. I yearn to speak your stolen name, to hold you for a while.   Memories are its sweetest song, that it ceaselessly hums. Your face is scolded in my mind until … Continue reading 23/04/17

They bind together, holding hands and hurry through the dimming night. Their blistered feet make graceful tracks, while tiptoeing in perfect time with rain that spits like bitter crowds and reverend beams now set their stage.   One craves her life before the stage; before ambition stained her hands. When thoughts of loathing did not crowd her mind, like fog that fills the night. Her … Continue reading The Chassé Home

You wake up with me just before the budding sun and kiss my small hands.   I dance in your shoes and Grandad’s dated sunhat, while you clap along.   Summer’s but a ghost, so again, I must leave you to know me through calls.   I hum you carols and hold your hands; now greying leaves with wilting veins. Continue reading A Summer Mother

It’s nearly three in the morning. For the past couple of hours, I’ve been in a groggy state of nearly sleeping, but not being fully awake. The recent mixture of expensive whiskey and sleeping tablets were too blame, but the bed wasn’t really helping either. There is always something about sleeping in another person’s bed. The pillows are always too hard, and the mattress is … Continue reading Last Orders

“What is it you seek?” “Sir…?” The unkempt man insisted.”What is it you seek?” Asked the beggar, clutching the gold piece with warmth and care. What do I seek? The Old Knight asked himself as he stroked his scraggly beard up and down. A razor…after months’ of riding the knight’s appearance wasn’t far from the fellow who was slouched in front of him; but his … Continue reading The Knight of Sanctuary

The Violet Wilderness is both an idyllic and isolated place. Its fields are near infinitely populated with dormant purple orchards, only showing movement for the southerly salty guts from the Shilõ Sea. To stare at the many hills and tall mountains can be a numinous experience for any person; however, it can also create a sense of nothingness. It is the most southernly point of … Continue reading Extract From ‘The City of the Skies’