Write by day, write by night, even writing by candlelight.
As I laid my head on the blanket embroidered with silver lines on darkest blue I sucked the air into my nose and felt wings split the skin on my back.
On Monday The condom sat limply on the kerb by the road. It was beige and full. A headless packet lingered close by. Was it love at first sight.
I watched the magpie from our bedroom window as it strutted about the field; plucking, pecking, pulling at the grass. How sad I felt to see the magpie by itself. Where oh where could his partner be.
From the gravestone of Alice - dearly loved wife sleep well - it's a short walk to town past the old boat yard and up the high street to the cafe where the locals meet for Cappuccinos with no...
Wet and flat mirror holes on the pavement and in the road. Spreading oozing jelly fish blood on the kitchen floor and between the bathroom tiles.
The earwig crawled inside my ear to see what it could find. The earwig began to chew my eye to try and make me blind. The earwig wiggled on my tongue until all the meat was done.
My hope is red. Like a beating heart. On top of a volcano. Like the sweets in a bag. Melting on your tongue. Like the dress you wore. Under a scarlet lunar eclipse. Like the lipstick on my collar.
The boat is stuck in the corner of the field. The sea is far away. The boat is swamped by growing grass And the sea is far away. How did the boat get there. In the corner and the grass.
He put a cloud In a small glass box And gave it to me on my birthday. Sometimes the cloud is white. Other times grey. Sometimes it rumbles Sometimes it shines.
They came When we put Gran in The ground. They came When Grandad went to join her. They also came When it was mum's turn To leave.
I woke this morning And they'd taken my leg. I want my leg back today, I said. They said it was gone, Never coming back. I want my leg back today, I said. But it was useless, broken, Beyond repair.
In the space Above a charity shop, Can be found the sorting room. Old books, old clothes, Toys and ornaments galore.
The man who made the Shadows dance; sun shine and wine, Never forgotten..
Douglas didn't look Both ways when he crossed the road. SPLAT. Now he's strawberry jam. Vivian got pissed On top of the Eiffel Tower. BAM. Now she's strawberry jam.
All day long under Sun, the cat sleeps in deepest Slumber. Wake the night..
Annie loved to travel. Shame she was too scared To step out Her front door. So she read All the books on Travel writing she could Find. Well, the places she visited With the turn of a page.
Dear B** We were young, Exploring, Blind, Excited, Feeling our way On first tentative steps. I wish you well. Dear J** So kind, So sweet, Shame I wasn't to you. So confused, Craving the next taste.
I found a penny today Left as a tip On the table in the corner. I think it's from China Or maybe Korea 'look at that funny writing' My colleagues say.
They took the man With blue eyes And stung his eyes with Vinegar To make them the Correct Colour.
Car Crash Girl Can't cross the road Without a car Almost hitting her. She can't walk to work With a car Almost backing into her, Or her bus getting into Trouble.
As I drove home I crashed the car And died. Standing beside the wreck Steaming And crumpled, A strange man appeared. Carrying a bunch Of flowers. 'Call for help!' I cried.
Sadness is gravity Pulling at my hair My eyes My face My soul. It is the ache in my back My legs My feet. It is the tiredness clinging to my skin. It is the tremble of my Lip when I tell you Why..
The gay man Looks at the girl And feels an erection stir. The black eyed wife Looks at her husband And still loves him. The misanthrope Hiding at home Craves human touch.
I went in the attic today And this is what I found: An acoustic guitar 'I used to play' 'I remember the chords' Only dust hums the strings.
The old man made of mist Sits at the end Of the platform. The young girl in The wallpaper Lingers on the stairs. The dog with night-black fur Guards the road home.
Hold me in the dark. Lock our legs together Your toe traces a line On my ankle. The hair on your chin Around your lips Tickles mine.
'Love you bye' She says down the phone. Each letter, Of each word, Becomes electric invisible air Hurtling across space To the other side Emerging E Y B U O Y E V O L.
If you're holding a gun You know how to use it..
Along with 'hello' And 'thank you' It's the most important word In the world..
When he's sad He paints the clouds grey. When he's angry He fills them with forks of lightning. When misery becomes too much He hides his tears Until they fall as rain.
The little lie ate Another little lie And grew Into a big fat lie Wrapped In another lie And grew Into a beautiful Lying Butterfly.
Who would have thought That when the big bang First went bang Or God clapped his hands And said 'let there be light' That one day It would create my cat..
A train can only go forward or back, to destiny or the past.
If you say, 'I don't believe in God' surely that acknowledges his existence?.
Rosemary was a lesbian who Taught maths Wore brightly striped socks And went to church. When Rosemary stopped being a lesbian Her socks turned black..