Notes / journal / diary / blog

This part of the page is for me – it helps me organise some fast notes and short poems, some “to-use-later” things, and some threads that keep my processor busy – but feel free to browse. If you like it, fantastic. Maybe we can discuss some things. And if you don’t like what’s here, nobody forces you to keep reading.

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I don’t grow on butter

tell me the bad when I’m weak
before I meet mouths showing teeth
all buttered up I’m a dinner

throw me thorns
I wrap myself in
armour for soft spots
dare to bring it

all in [care] please 

and watch my teeth
I will bring you a slice with jam

To the Sea

Brutalism under a coat of dense texture.
Sea of glass and concrete, with waves
that froze in a thousand little ice cubes.
The city — Minutes under pressure. Litres
above the head. Restless eyes with no space to run.
The horizon that sits too close. The Sea —
Is not here. Yet visible everywhere — where
It is not.

***

The wind circled him.
And he let it.

It tugged at his clothes, lifted his hair,
pressed against his chest. And then —

it eased.

The gusts softened.
The sand settled.
The sea grew still.