like a shadow i run
silent and swift

Consciousness compartmentalised,
Unity shattered giving
Illusions of complexity.

Stale then is the heart that battles in vain, When the joy that comes from striving Goes unrewarded again and again And, weary now, the mind grows dark, But never silent. … If there lingers still amongst the pain of life, Any claim upon existence It is just a defiant spark of hope; Faltering and weak As the tired grasp of a child.

Beneath the shell, the haunting
As dead dreams ferment;

Events, long silent; ripples in amber.
Still barbed, they tear heartflesh,
Rendering mind to mush.

souls drift
through endless cycles
touching briefly
moving on

clear moon three-quarter full
glancing from still water
kissing trees’ rough bark
nestling in earth’s mossy embrace

Nestling in her purse this weeks instalment
Of the pension her husband earned,
God rest his mouldering soul.

We go past the smelling places
The marking and the barking places

old photographs fading images of people once known passers-by in life who touched us briefly and left to go their way how fare you now? [...]