sketch

solstice

The moon sags over the harbour accusingly,pregnant, threatening violence –another broken recordsweating winter solstice,tent on a palleton the steps of …

grip ‘n’ rip

Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached …

Old shirt

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …