Category: Poetry

somewhere else

today everything I know is somewhere else except that the ivy has been trying to come through window I remember the last time I crawled through a window that was Mexico though, with the moon low over the sea and the slow procession of turtles … Continue reading somewhere else

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roundabouts nowhere

the question, always the same, and the answer is that there are so many blessed nowheres she says she'll have to find me when I finally get that car, when I finally succumb to go she knows that I can write about birds for only … Continue reading roundabouts nowhere