Salt and pepper pots Like an old married couple Full of seasoning
A grey little life In the past and the future What is the point?
I wake to silence I have long since defeated The tyrant alarm
How can I know you? I am another person. I don’t know myself.
The sound of traffic Journeys lead to their endings And to beginnings
Flowered wallpaper A silly imitation Life has no pattern
An old man walking His breath is too hard to catch He will soon be gone. Photo by Ami Shinozawa… Read more He Will Soon Be Gone
It is really difficult to see yourself, To really see yourself. All the good stuff, All the bad bits, All… Read more To See Yourself
The majesty of the Moors Unmade by man Spreads out beyond sight, Great green backs bent Beneath the horizon, Like… Read more The Majesty Of The Moors
The kitty cat So sweet you could eat it A furred and purring creature Aloof and regal, Lithe and loved,… Read more A Killer That We Keep