The Source

"The echo in the chapel chimes as I take my unlikely seat."

"Did you ever meet the man, Who lived once in this place?"

'I rue the lost hours and days: a finite life, this one'

'I am not sure what broke me. I think it's a close tie between the discussion around NaCl when I asked for the salt to be passed down the table or when someone genuinely asked the group what their favourite way to measure the centre of mass was.'

'I'm making mistakes I'm crossing them out I'm making it ugly I'm making it shout'

"Jazz was being played over the stereo like theme music, as if they were acting in a television drama where each character had some essential trait, some crucial role."

"I waltzed in her arms down the high street"

"From a space we might call "above", an Entity watches - gargantuan, unfathomable, other."

"One summer, a summer which now seems to have passed by long ago, I slept and dreamt for the first time on the mainland."

"No 1. Label your collar to avoid feeling ornamental."

"‘Look, you have drunk £3.15. You fool, that’s £3.15 you’ve eaten.’ Clink, the cup on the saucer, the coins sliding down my throat."

"Empty time lent shape by the weekly rites Of chiselling the stubble away"

"Find us together: tiptoeing across the fanning pages of a calendar."

"Under the bent thumb streetlight, umbrella domes burst forth, splashing rich nightfall onto their neighbours."

'Scream me into the void. I would like to be screamed into the void. Please.'

"the table is rotting, and the house is rotting, and we are rotting too."

'bricolage applause as spoken word verses raining down like stardust'

'snippets of shared secrets, tied to a half forgotten memory'

"I won't have to close my eyes to remember your smile."

"The people have solidified since the summer. Seized up in the cold. No longer fluid Melting and melding together in the sun They can be discerned as individuals now. Separate entities two metres apart."