the delicate cobwebs that we steal from enraged spiders that we tear apart with uncut fingernails
The endless potential of open space, the infinite mystery of a door.
Once upon a time there was a straight line And this straight line had a point on it And this point was getting quite tired of staying where she was
Everything was empty. The ground was sand, it was in my ears and my nose, I could barely breathe. There was nothing in sight for miles. But I had to find it. I had read legends about it, in old books with gold spines. They say that everything stopped when you found it. So I … Continue reading Sand: a poem
I have decided to buy myself a graveyard. I’ve worked long and hard all my life, I have enough dough to open up a bakery. Chocolate muffins would be my specialty. There isn’t enough room under the carpet anymore. I could buy another carpet, but what is that compared to a whole graveyard? We went … Continue reading Shopping: a poem