Ghosts

Now those eidolic dread horses have scarred your slumber and even your furniture has silent, open mouthed…

Spider

Once I knew a spider wore Doc Martens on his feet, eight hole on eight hairy legs he wasn’t too discrete.He…

Whitby

I came Demeter like silent amid the mizzle save for the seas salty breath in the dead rigging.An alabastrine…

Enough

Tired of this half life It’s yoke of weary exasperation I want to shout “I am here use me” I will scream”…