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 | 2025A guy shouts out the window at side by side cyclists holding up the traffic, and I think to myself:
Lunes | London, Living | 2025This reads like a fortune cookie, but it serves its purpose when second guessing self.
Lunes | Existence | 2025When 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 | 2025I 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