chasing pigeons

I stepped off a cliff. I can't say I wasn't warned. There was an illustrated danger sign dutifully placed by the path. But I also can't really say I chose to take that fateful step. I saw the cliff. I walked towards it slowly and surprisingly steadily until there was nothing beneath my feet. I … Continue reading chasing pigeons


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 … Continue reading razorshell