Just a few poems I have written this year and some photographic evidence that I still take bad pictures occasionally.


Steps in Bowen Street CemeteryNear a cemetery the fresh air felt welcome on my skin quelling the worst of panics as a cigarette trembled in my fingers and the ash fellSteps in Bowen Street Cemetery
i could taste the leaves which lay at my feet as my mind was mesmerised i was invisible there safe
i lik the mt pic thats my home really good
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