2025

Be

Be like beach sand before it leaves the beach. Be like coffee grounds before they end your cup. Be like an embrace before it starts to bind.

Poems | Relationships, Existence | 2025

Red

Just a sketch from the Circle Line one night.

Poems | Travel | 2025

Cleats

A guy shouts out the window at side by side cyclists holding up the traffic, and I think to myself:

Lunes | London, Living | 2025

Seagull?

Seagulls used to mean the ocean.

Poems | London | 2025

Decision

This reads like a fortune cookie, but it serves its purpose when second guessing self.

Lunes | Existence | 2025

River Sketch (I)

Humans leave their marks.

Poems | Existence | 2025

River Sun

When I worry I haven't worked enough, created enough, done enough - sometimes I try to find one thing that doesn't cost or burden me in a day. Today was the early summer sun going down across the river face.

Lunes | Existence | 2025

Because, men

Tricky times.

Poems | Existence | 2025

My London isn't Yours

I saw the post you wrote where you hated it all -- "The people are poison. They live in a warzone!" You live in the Mail, frail and...

Poems, Spoken Word | London | 2025

Butterfly

Poor butterfly. It didn't ask for all that shit to sit upon. It seemed happy enough and left as butterflies do.

Lunes | Existence | 2025
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