Walking slowly towards the end of the pier
Man, Child, Pigeon
We turned back. Anyone would
Or I could live in a village
There are things that make us close. They are not all light.
One or two safety tips
Angels are waiting in the tree line
It feels like afternoon
If there was a blip. Blip.
I want more sky, more blue, and the world higher.
Beneath the Wheels
Dead Eye Dick
You forget what it was like. It was not like this.
The best steak ever.
I asked the customers to sing.
The tracks, red lights and unrelenting white
A parcel from Tibet; emptiness to cherish
I loved you once, sort-of, in my way.