Poem: It’s begun,

It’s begun, the shun, to think of Christmas…

Poem: just so you know

Poem: just so you know
the record you bought…

Poem: From me to him in rain fine and quenching

He texts about the weather. Cues a domino dropped of shops – their fronts make way for prows with navy-grey erasing the chimneys and the pools outside that gulf the building. Unmentioned, the town or the storm or our pair’s friendship shown – only us, the weaving cloud monkeys. Cocking glances at a perplexing now,Continue