All my thoughts are winding

If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one Christmas. There's a little screw at the back and when we wound them up they chattered together so much they juddered along the table and... Continue Reading →


I remember we are stardust And when I miss him I look up. I trace his outline in the cosmos. I wave. He winks.   I remember that atoms are reused. And I breathe deep recycled air Passed from his lungs to mine Through time.   I remember that time is relative And although our... Continue Reading →

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