favourite poem
llama touristsRamasean Temples
Arabian insectsChinese butterfly
Human and non-human
melt iceberg
lonelinesslaying its seed
she died here, in this flat. Satisfied?” “Er, does that mean, we have a ghost, then?” asked Jennie. “Doubt it,” There was no reply, but the strange noises continued. “Who’s there?”
Like cancerHiS owndisease
Flowersif they bled
Content to recycle memoriesWhile loneliness eyes its prospects