The films he watches
define him
and have been
for years
he realises
one night while
questioning himself
in relation
to the characters
on screen
‘They are shaping
me,’ he thinks,
‘They are my
sculptors, I am
a block of stone,
that’s heavy.’
She’s got holes in her skin where feathers used to be. […]
Twisted up in a pillar of light and haze, should be a stream of air passable and laughable, just shake […]
I walked up a mountain and didn’t feel like coming down so I stayed there and waited […]
The moon fizzed in the sky its shining spots clear through spidery cloud. Hand in hand we walked, fingers intertwined, glued up […]
