I heard his voice last nightRead More
And I am guilty of pride
In the depth of that pleasure
and of that pain.
I want desire to drip from my pen
So that you can taste it in your core.
To love this shadow of a silhouette
A person I have never met.
The mournful note of the deepest strings Marks the night with its slowest song. Footsteps falter as they pass by, Drawn to the darkness of the music and To hold each other in the midnight hour. His cap is cast at his feet asking for that Shower of gold and silver from those around, Ears…Read More
Which was your favourite?Read More
Frost clung to the ground the night I turned myself inside outRead More
I dreamed of your face last night.Read More
Part Three of my 25 Lessons in 25 Years series…Read More
I remember the teacher who I had to deliver the monologue to. She didn’t like me and I didn’t really like her. To be honest I don’t blame her; I was a little shit at sixteen.Read More