Thanks to everyone who stopped by to read but as Ferris says,. Or you can check out my new blog. Hope to hear from you. Thursday, 2 September 2010. In all the time I had been coming here, I never once ventured to the woods behind the station. There was no better time than today.

Pictures shuffling, words blowing around. Sunday, October 27, 2013. A Place she said she knew a place where she could make stars dance on fallen leaves i said i knew she might be fooling but when she took me there there they were . dancing or did they dance just for us could no one else see. Sunday, October 13, 2013. Monday, September 9, 2013.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015. he published just two books of poetry in his 40 years. he was the first gen-x poet i had encountered. his obsessions with pop culture, comic books, punk rock, skateboarding, mirrored my own. i feel electric reading tom andrews. But then i think wh.

A child, fearful,. To look away, I look on. A tower block, burning -stomach. Nor air, just sick. Is churning; a churner of moments,. Till all hopes of return. Like lovers at the gate, have gone.