I received my first letter today...

My name looks strange above your address.
It's not quite at home yet.


There was also a letter for you.
It's like we live together but never meet.

Everyday Electronics.

Unresolved.

Was it something I said?

Prime numbers are so square.

Rule 30 Mirror.

TWO flowers this morning.

A flower for your butterfly.

You Speak Of Your Writer

of having abandoned him at the party
of how he is a drunk and of how his new band
                                                              makes bad music
you are a pleasure to talk to
from one end of the bed to the other


                                  - Hugh Tolhurst

days

there are no old days
no good old days
no, they were the days’ days


these are the days
and more days
and all days.


                     - Shelton Lea

I fold.

The Night Walks

Are becoming a habit.

All I want.

The heater is broken.

Cloudy afternoon.

From a Tea Set.

An important question.

The Daisy Chain.

It was an early late morning.
I hadn't read the time, 
But there was a feeling I was meant to be somewhere.
It ticked away.


How can you hold down time
When a breath of whimsy slips through
The false allure of a mid-winter sun?
Too perfect to know.


The Earl Grey and I lay outside
And played conversations
No one else could hear.
I wrote notes to you on the side.


It was then, or perhaps it was before, 
That I remembered the daisy chain, 
And I thought about making one for you, 
But I wrote this instead.