A lil black phone with my poems in

Butt, Butt, Butt Music I. Trumpets from the rear— cherubs clamber up moon-flesh, the bass line quivers. II. Sheet music ripples, inked acr...

  The Bed Of The Couple Green woods, bluebell carpets underfoot, where you can imagine Church men wincing to see the season celebrated. Love...

If I’m Earnest  Over tired over screened it’s hard asking for adjustments even when prompted then to be ignored especially when ...

  Agnosthesia Betwixt and between. Acknowledging that it’s time to release.   Inertia, wanting to put your burden down, but you ha...