What Happens Here

i dreamt that i died and in the afterlife, surrounded by huge grey stone walls [the ones that couldn't quite block out the brilliant, blinding Dali desert beyond], in a courtyard that seemed both tiny and cavernous, i asked the first person i met: "what happens here, when you die?" - because death seemed inevitable … Continue reading What Happens Here

Fly By

The days keep flying by, and all I can think of is that I hope time stops but not yet only when I round the corner and finally see you and drink in the way you look at me and forget how I got from my door and into your arms, burrowing till our bodies … Continue reading Fly By