Ain’t gonna be lonely

I miss dancing on dark dance floors so much. I miss the pounding of my heart, and getting a sweaty face, and just sort of losing myself in the noise, and sound, and rhythm of it all. I miss feeling alone, even though there’s people all around, I miss exorcising all emotion and leaving it …

Did you come by photograph or by train?

I was looking through my google docs and I found one that was empty except for these lines: Did you come by photograph or by train? I don’t know Does anyone? What do they mean? I think I got that first line from John Berger, I'd spent some time watching the video essays he made …

Dalmation tune

Have you heard Tea for the Tillerman? It always comes into my head unbidden at strange little moments, so that when I listen to it I feel like I’m in all those places at once. It’s only a minute long. Well, a minute and one second. A dalmatian tune. 1:01. But I’m everywhere in it. …

A friend wrote a poem

A friend wrote a poem so beautiful it made me want to stop writing altogether because, and I'll quote myself, "how could I write anything with as much gravitas as these twenty lines?" What is it about poetry that takes all the unspooling nature of human thought and emotion, that I write down in half …

Near Window 30 +1

...and now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain. Well this has been one hell of a journey. I've been inside for 56 days, and I've written so many little things it's a bit mental. Mostly, I've felt cut off or lost; the spring playing theatrics at the window: thunderstorm, sunshine, …

Near Window 30

Mississippi Rain It is raining so hard, and smells like iron. You know that petrichore smell you get in cities whilst it's raining? It doesn’t smell the same when it rains on grass. I feel like crying. Have you ever looked at rain and just wanted to be it? Able to go anywhere, constantly cycling …