love Nan x

Buca wants to be Grace.

There had been many births now and Elm had started to sculpt with the disused ectoplasms. She found it a Continue reading →

disembark

breaking down the pieces of me, my life here, in this place, ready to disembark, over there, in that place. Continue reading →

Elm talks to a tree

The Tree and Elm are deep in conversation. They have talked about entities, skin care, operations, politics and dadaism. The Continue reading →

coda

you are like a lover to me: you, me, us. I have been sitting across from you, time passing, observing Continue reading →

snakehead

you are a sea, you are a pool, a lake; I could dip in you, for a while, just a Continue reading →

The place where you can wear your heart in red

The library was hanging from the cliffs touched by beaming rays of sun. Heavy with books but void of footsteps Continue reading →

How do i tolerate myself today?

How do I tolerate myself today? How do I tolerate my unusual urges, My lack of conviction, My strange dereliction Continue reading →