Beautiful Sadness

Ssh...
Be quiet
Be still

Here she comes
Draped in her secret splendor

I bow my head
I kiss your hand
I touch your feet

And I whisper:
Let's be friends, shall we?

Key

Have I Told You

Have I told you that I lost something but can't remember what it was and that two little birds were nesting on the roof across the street. I used to watch them sitting on the chimney... they didn't care about it all. So why should I, why?

Falling Flat

I wanted to write a letter
but the page was full.

Clumsy, wobbly words
stumbling across the paper,
competing for attention.
Falling flat.

Once upon a time
I had so much to say.

Swimmers

I wonder why I collect photographs of people swimming.
Ordinary bodies, colourful swimming costumes, unflattering caps.
Lots of water, of course.
Fascinating.

Clean

Going Back

Happiness

What Next

A Bad Poem

For all of you romantics out there.

Cannibals

The ugly little illustrated poem was ready to be taken out of the drawer.