will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?

in the light play between the john street beeches i thought i caught a glimpse of you.but that couldn't be rightand is only half true. will I ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?   i am a mystery, as you are to me; but we've both been 23, and therein lies the … Continue reading will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?

A Thimble.

Tonight, laying in our bed - feet beached in sheets, salt beads on our brows, salt beads on our cheeks - the thought again about leaving. It was fleeting, like the lighthouse beam that plays across the headland, plays across the bay. The beam that threads the walls of this charmed room is a silken … Continue reading A Thimble.

Dogweed Insecurity.

One afternoon, a kettle faced woman and a big red man came in The Eight Kings. Big red went to the bar and kettle face came to the window and sat down on one of the stools facing the sea. He brought their drinks. She had a small white and he had a Bloody Mary … Continue reading Dogweed Insecurity.

Liam & Stan & Oliver.

The wind picked up & the air became wet & in-between trying to light the cigarette, the boy, turning this way & that, trying to catch the flame, started on some convoluted tale about how he had lost his girlfriend, got thrown out of his flat, & about how someone had stolen his hair clippers. … Continue reading Liam & Stan & Oliver.