Tiny Stories

Bloody Drips There's something warm as bloody drips When we are touching fingertips And running through Dunedin ways With burni...

Our flat When Paul moved in I unpacked myself First by droplets Then whole organs I'm surrounded by tubs of rotting food ...

Crazy Tim strummed his banjo beneath the monkey-puzzle trees that crowded around his crumbling home. As the romantic bards saw nature throu...

My Dear Paralysis Do you dream of caves, cold and dismal, Deeply buried far abyssal, In utter trance, black as the lakes, ...

Light shines upon that river free, And incandescently bright; A Moravian forest scene Trapped within my head at night. We used to hide, ...

This is a tribute to a friend of mine who writes songs and does everything real quick. If you go out into the scene you'll meet a ma...

Reflective Tabard The red lipstick ran out before I could finish writing. I had to get the cleaner from the kitchen. I got distract...