Tick-tock, tick-tock sun long summer casts one more glancing glow Tick-tock, tick-tock old friend departs wisps of her by my door Tick-tock, tick-tock hope to forget promising hatchling cries Tick-tock, tick-tock free hearts pumping into fresh migrant wings Tick-tock, tick-tock time flies away beyond my sunken path Tick-tock, tick-tock fat ripe acorns from branches sag … Continue reading clock


The touch of the felt tip was the most love I ever knew. Abandoned dead and washed up I was scoured clean, almost to nothing, by tides of sand when hand-in-hand lovers picked me up and initialled me. So I became someone’s cherished two as one. And I lived an afterlife on a shelf with […]