All this time (3)

4.17 PM You walk back from the bar, a drink in each hand. You smile, a grin that slips sideways as you get closer. For a second the air shimmers and flares, a bright magnesium glow around you, and I have to look away. The world has always looked different with you in it. WhenContinue reading “All this time (3)”

All this time (2)

3.29 PM There is a table free in the corner. There are two perfect rings melting on its wooden surface, the trace of glasses and people here before me. Two drinks set down across from each other, and I wonder about the drinkers, why they were sitting in the corner of a rooftop bar onContinue reading “All this time (2)”

All this time (1)

2.03 PM It is too early to leave. I need to wait another hour at least. I have been thrown one of those unseasonal days this city is famous for; it is all shimmering air out there, when the date suggests it should be something more autumnal. It is too early to shower, even. IContinue reading “All this time (1)”

Till we drowned

You would keep your landscape pristine forever. But I have broken you apart a thousand times all the same. Crashed against you, cracked through your surface and swum in your veins till we drowned. I have been your natural disaster, your flood and tempest, the violent wind that scattered your bones. I have held youContinue reading “Till we drowned”


… This name that was mine from the beginning. In every beginning an ending is written. It is one of the very first things I told you. When I would lie naked in your arms, spinning my stories. The mind of a poet, and the body of a goddess, you once said against my chest – and IContinue reading “Gracious”

The rest of our lives

Talk though we did, my love, there were certain conversations we never had. On that first trip to White Cliff, we had not yet said I love you. I was hyper-conscious of it, both its absence, and the desire to say it, and those three little words were pressurised inside me on that drive. AContinue reading “The rest of our lives”

The fall comes from living

Are we each born with a moral compass? Do we all start pointing due north, and waver throughout our lives, swinging back toward the centre in our best moments, spinning furiously at our worst? Your god tells you that we are born in sin, that we climb out of the darkness and head toward theContinue reading “The fall comes from living”

In every beginning an ending is written …

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” – TS Eliot, Four Quartets I’m a better person for knowing you. For this invitation into your world, and the people you loved. I know why they loved youContinue reading “In every beginning an ending is written …”

Every word I wrote (revisited)

“Writing — has self-respect in it. You’re working. You’re trying. You’re not lying down on the ground, having given up. And one thing I love about writing is that we can speak to the absent, the dead, the estranged and the longed-for — all the people we’re separated from. We can see them again, understandContinue reading “Every word I wrote (revisited)”