midday heat

the crows take ownership of

the graveyard’s leisure

 modern media

terrible news

watch here

 bless you my son for your telomere is undone

 time

is the bottle’s cork 

weighing it all up

 bedside earrings 

collecting the starlight

of long kisses 

 a naughty magpie 

is stealing the cat’s food

morning’s open door

we never knew that -

playing cowboys and indians 

was genocide  

 grief 

into the depths of the lake

the cataracts thunder

 haiku

the stigmata

of thought

 dandelion seeds

dodging the hoverflies

lazy afternoon 

 i am not a bot

well he would say that

wouldn’t he

 a spider emerging

from behind the oil painting

just hangs there