The Source
Ode to a Nearly Beloved
"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."
Pink Tulips
"I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I
do not wish for violence."
Tangerine
"Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit, prying open its flesh."
The Saintly Lives of Students
"There, there(‘s) a graveyard in the college where drunk students in funeral suits smile through tombstone teeth."
wintercaerig
made its blades stand sentinel and straight,
made the lock stick on the kissing gate
The Philosopher on His Way to the Shops
God! Ah, fuck! By breezy decree,
He’ll kick me straight to fire and rot
Ordinary Dreams
I dreamt about you last night. It was not remarkable or extraordinary; You sent me to the local shops with a list of groceries,...
Estate Birds
Out here they live all for one and one for all;
Brutal towers have brutal rules.
In Winter
if I listen to the breeze I hear night
In Regions Clear, and Far
there is no us without this city. Oxford is ours
pandemic
Who’ll ask if it’s too brave to dream again?
An Afternoon in Late Autumn
And I was all the warmth and life on earth.
Eventual Ghosts
As we sailed on enthralled in the pursuit of some ardent glory
Punctuate As The State Sees Fit
Before we were mad
We could dance as we wanted
We are a backwards people
The sun revolves around the Earth which revolves around our moon and the twinkling little stars.
Shoulder
She leant back and let the blade of his shoulder frame the picture, for that’s how she would replay it in her head.
Oxford By Night
Immortality comes not in cobweb, but in gold tinged stone.
Day to live, day to love
Today is a Sunday, and today is a beautiful day to be alive
