I took a walk in the desert for no other reason than to see what the wind had shifted and revealed in the night. I covered my hair with a...

Grey is the colour that makes "nothing" visible. Grey is between black and white. Grey is opposed to extremes. Grey is what wants to...

I am becoming a sedimentary layer slowly disappearing under dust, the fog that creeps in through the sealing of the windows, and the...

There's a lot of things Google won't tell you 'Will love always die?' is something you can't ask AI Never know till you try And then you...

A kitchen sink of thoughts Whirls through my mind Swirling, spiralling, As if through a canyon Ricocheting off the walls of my brain And...

"Why is there a goat there?" I was looking down into the empty square. Empty — except for the goat. It stood on a green patch, white with...

Sometimes the best we can do is acknowledge that right now is difficult and joyless and awful and that we can't fix it right away. Maybe...

He came towards me, humming, dressed in green, and greeted me with a nod, a smile, and a "Good morning". And a good morning it was...

You can't tell the days apart by walking down the street anymore. The Chinese place is still shut; the lights inside are turned off....

The sun came out today to sit in my window for a while. He warmed the corner of my room and gently encouraged me to water my plants. When...

A few weeks ago a rat moved in. Or maybe it was a mouse. We're not entirely sure. But move in it did. It lived under the fridge, eating...

I light a campfire so you will find me. I sit down to wait. I have brought little, beyond the lighter, a blanket, and myself. I expect...

Are we scared of finding our bodies colonised by fungi that slowly rots it from the inside out? Are we scared that someone will cut us...

I adopted an orchid when I moved in. The stalks had been cut, leaving withered brown sticks next to four dark green leaves. The roots...

It's one of those things you can't unsee You don't necessarily need to unsee it (Maybe you don't want to unsee it) (If you know, you're...

Horses — four Carriage — one New clothes — six sets A minor fortune lost It is always like this When something goes missing Between here...

I'm not a poet, but I like to write. I like to think about sentences that turn and twist and feel like they're about to peter out — only...

I had an idea—three lines, turned and polished with wax and oil and whatever else wood and rock and glass need to astound the...

Flickers of light haunt the edges of my vision like will-o'-the-wisps in bogs and marshes or flashing headlights on the street below as...

I don't know how people can write poems about daffodils I could draw a daffodil Paint a daffodil But write about one? What is there to...