Granny

My Grandmother’s eyes are speckled Like a trout. But fish-like she is not. Feline a better word to describe the…

Recovery

some see beneath the surface more easily they feel the most and suffer most but they are the ones with…

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bone-shredding day of fear. I walk to the gardens in MoMa. I lie on a wall and try to count…

Deep hug

Your love has varnished my old dull life And breathed the bad away. I’d been living in a wet Tuesday…

morning

Dream-squeezed eyelids open. Wake up to the circus. Iron out the sleep-scrunched face. Too much colour, too much noise. Thoughts…

In the Musée D’Orsay

Looking at The Floor Scrapers by Gustave Caillebotte.   nothing to be learned. no improvement. the daily toil of making…