Two people, connected. Connected through two lives. A life that could have been beautiful Was hard and exhausting instead. You cut it short in…

I stand       in line for the        fruit punch  boxed juice        and straws to pierce the         plastic  clutching three          new…

I sink my teeth into your text. I scroll through vineyards of unskippable ads and wonder what I’ll have for lunch. Simon Turner’s poetry…

I go for walks like I did at age 6 6-year-olds don’t follow one path,  They don’t regulate themselves Or know when they’ll get…

can i kiss you? when we were little that made it all better there’s so much i want to make better i don’t want…

I’ve seen you five times now(or six, or seven),my eyes catching on your silt-coloured hairhanging three years longerthan it used to, a forgotten bowl…

Thick fog, hanging in the air like a bleak curtain. Remembering, picturing blurry silhouettes standing three feet away. Days like this are easiest, the…

your eyes protest | it shouldn’t be this dark when you wake up | turn the lights on | pack umbrellas, tickets and cameras…

I remember a straight tarred line piercing this dry and arid land, there was a single powerline to the left of me as I…

The curve of a droplet reminds me of your lips.  I then think to the light refracting through a summer rain, To the rainbows…