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.’
Blurry red eyes weep for sunlight and warmth and this sickness burns brightest in the dark. This is a what surrounds us, […]
There are bars of sunlight on my wooden floor and I slept for ten hours […]
Fresh like my attitude and provincial like my sense of reality, togetherness. Trees staring, prying fingers aimed and scratchy, lingering in covalent […]
The sea is green and the sky is grey. The inbetween is white and then there is no inbetween. The waves were […]
