[24 September 2019] Hung between twin peaks of desire and despair, a duality of being, a philosophy of kinds, mismatched mannerisms and minutiae and mosaic tiles cobbled together to fashion something (what, I don’t know – I’d step back to gain perspective but I’m afraid I’d lose my balance): the salt water of the river…

[11 September 2011] The tantalising possibility of the tangible deep breaths knowing seeing all things gathered together amid silk webs ivory and honey

[04 September 2019] The road is wider now; the vernal moon hangs suspended between branches of the old pine tree. I hear you breathe, breath buoyed by songs I’ve never sung, or never knowingly, weighed down by stories I’ve never heard, permeated by pigments and fragments and hues of worlds I’ve never seen, stacking up…

[26 August 2019] but the cracks in the mirror only belie something deeper, more transient. I smell the smell of you, of me, of us lingering in church pews and train cars and hardwood floors, taking root, mingling with dust and dim sum and desire, feeding off of sunlight and moonlight and whisky. Something strange…

[16 August 2019] How long will the words we spoke keep us together? The weight of you presses against my chest, my side, leaving an impression on me I can’t easily erase. Days stack up like credit card receipts or grains of rice, growing into something substantial, but we ate twice as many for dinner…