[20 June 2019] On the wake of tomorrow, the sea holds its breath, waiting. The sky wraps warm around us, stretching just beyond the horizon. I feel your heartbeat through your palm. I feel your heart through your silence. Once more around the bend we go, once more into the brave and wild unknown: each…

[16 May 2019] A shopping bag. Plastic, not unordinary. Not not full of nothing. Half-full of things I had not forgotten and half-not-full of things I had not unforgotten.                                The shopping bag and not a note and not a letter but two “I’m” left to not be a thought of itself, a thought to…

[9 May 2019] He lies on his back. The curtains are almost closed and the moon is dark but light from the old streetlamp casts flickering fingers on the bedsheets. There’s a rustling sound from the kitchen. The fridge door opens and closes. The tap turns on and off. Stale sweat and the scent of…

[06 May 2019] We sat on the couch, a bottle of red between us, opened, half-drunk. I never liked wine before I met you. The coffee table – dinged and dented, the cork lying in two pieces and my hands coveredin wine stains. James Blake crooned somewhere in the background.Along the way, I’d lost the…