Love is in the air, and in the grains of sand my show brings into the doorpost. Love is in the hand that unties my shoelaces...

Dear Phil, You and I were like a time after light. After the sky split, and the light broke in, and you became my sunshine. But with light

I find myself fleeting through spaces like vapour, never quite able to leave a handprint, leaving notes on foggy windows, ‘READ ME’, I beg,