August 2012

  • We reach for each other & miss We reach for someone’s hands Someone reaches for our hands But there’s too much space and we miss I’m driving home to my bed The lights are red again The cars on the other road can go, but I can’t I have to wait I hate this city Read more

  • Familiar

    I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. ——Rudyard Kipling, “The Cat that Walked by Himself” I can’t imagine owning a dog. He’s forever a child: big eyes looking up, ball dropped at my feet, panting drooling tongue, dirty paws on my jeans, howling and whining when I Read more

  • A man

    Today I am the CEO of the coal-fired power station and they want to shut it down There are thousands of them shouting To heal the earth they say we need clean renewable energy, and they are right. But I am so afraid. When I was a child they said you have to get a Read more