29 January 2015

hollow tree

this hollow tree

how many of my years

can i not recall

ghost marks

just ghost marks on my forearms i didn't know the word kireji then

snowdrops at


at the graveside

my knuckles white

with cold

two things

Ah. Homemade

spicy beetroot soup.

I'm a vampire

but at least I use

a bowl and spoon.


on the draining board.

Tiny druids holding

tiny cloths.



faltering resolutions the roof gutters still full of last year's leaves

not quite

not quite a frost

my night train of thought

leaves brightly lit

and empty

work done

work done

my shadow reaches

the sunlit laurels