The first proper poem I ever wrote.
I'm your dark room, your rough stone wallsdamp with unease. Here to inhabit you, not what you wanted, but it's what you got.If you argue, you've already lost. I'm what you haven't been receivingand you will suffer more for it. Because if you would only turn your attention to existing,the confined spaces in your head… Continue reading More than this
A short while ago I wrote a poem for a creative prompt by a good friend, and in the same week I made a collage for another creative challenge. As it turns out, the two influenced each other and even though the poem initially had a different resonance for me, I increasingly started to read… Continue reading Altitude