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Hopping and stalking, Flapping and squawking, These corvine punks are kings of the street. Jumping and brawling, Flailing and bawling, Two f..

For one short evening the space is filled Laughter Questions Confessions The present frames the past A shuddering warmth beside me Reassuring..

Baruch and Balthamos As Morpheus his hand extends, I submit to visions that he sends. Two Spirits Masculine with me ally, And lead me ..

Just based on the experience of sitting in the back of a taxi on my way home after a long day and closing my eyes...

Just came to me. One of those mornings.

I was inspired by travelling through Shoreditch, east London.

A bit self indulgent!

I thought I'd try and write something more positive based on a place where I truly feel peace.

I hear the Voice. Asking. Questioning. Demanding. And I have no answers. I hear the Voice. Wheedling. Teasing. Mocking. And I have no rep..

SONG TO THE MOON And a bright white moon stares down at me In my solitude. Accusing, asking, pondering, staring. I think of you: pale, teasin..