Huntsman

Sitting on the toilet I can see the hairs on its legs From finger to thumb it measures the length of my hand.   Abel and Kane Our arachnid friend is unaware its significance is biblical.   It would have been his 40th birthday this year All bones and dust The remains of our bond … Continue reading Huntsman

Shame

We slough skin from our bodies. Seven lives -- We emerge pink and newborn from each heartbreak. Fists closed; eyes squeezed shut in protest. Not again, Not again. Left cold by our past selves We flee each pin-prick of realisation. Breathing our cold breath out over the valley of expectant upturned faces Forcing our gaze … Continue reading Shame