Tumble-dry

I've always enjoyed doing laundry, in a strange way. I've not had a passion for it, per se, but fabrics always tell a great story. Personally, I think that this is one of my poems that has managed to have a more developed story. At the very least, it outlives a moment.   I've been through it… Continue reading Tumble-dry

Pentimenti

You're looking at me as though I'm enough to strike your match, hit home; and it'll devour you, lungs first as you watch me, your worst. Frankenstein, you and I, your pocket litter. .      Ephemera balled in your jeans - Picasso of your genes.      You sud yourself neck-deep in      lemon scented hand… Continue reading Pentimenti