-
The Absent Beloved
I saw you smile once and your perfected face Pervades and inhabits my waking dreams Ours a set piece future of scripted scenes My invented words filling your absent space.
-
Read this first
Don’t open that suitcase. Read this first. You’re probably wondering where I am. And what the hell is going on. And whether you should open that door. Maybe you’re crouched heart in a ball. Your fingers clenching, closing tight , unclenching then relaxing.Which was what I saw you first across the crowded (Zoom) room. Cliched […]
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Andrew James Whalan 