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I am the hand of a clock as I lie on my bed turning constantly, (slowly to you); relative to the length of time I’ve spent think..

You poured the water right out of that cup without a second thought. Two eyes search through page after page of photographs you have ma..

The sun is shining in April, we’re here for someone’s birthday; we laugh ‘til we cry and we pour too much drink and we w..

The kettle boils. Remember when we were all kids and we’d have adventures in the sand and build indescribable things with Lego an..

Got a guitar in my lap just because it’s comfy; that feeling of being a moment away from reverberating voice within its shapely bo..

toast t(w)o eggs sprinkled with fresh-ground black pepper, white and slightly bubbled ready to ooze orange into the bread, accompanie..

The sun in spring was up before me and the first water of the day from the shower hit my body in stripes. All I’m thinking of is ..

Long jeans and naked toes; ironing my shirt for the day. Saturday has prepared a grey sky for all to feel half-hearted under. I’v..

Sorry for the way I breathe; I’m not an escape artist (binding me in ropes and cloth will hold me down helpless). I’m not wit..

The swell of the waves in our ears, rippling images over the veined veil of closed eyelid. The rocks textured with tiny limpets speck..