my window stands ajar
to let the night float in
what sounds may burst
from the bubbling silence?

By the beach, I closed my eyes, and listened to the earth. At first I heard discord. I sought the itch and realised that discord echoed discord. I listened now with knowledge, and discord became melody.

It's 3am and I can't sleep. Again. Most nights it bothers me. Not tonight. I feel strangely comfortable, for reasons I can only guess at. I don't care too much though, as long as I'm winning – plenty of time to seek the truth when you're down and nearly out.

To woods I knew, I took her there, took her there on her insistence. As we crossed the brambly threshold, I worried would she find the same creations as me.

on one of those no days
the end of a book phase
of being in a room on my own
that breeze beyond reason

a call echoes
from the gut of creation
from the cold suns in the skies
to the smoking concrete stacks