The Usual Jenny

Reading a book in the window seat. Glass of water, carrots, cabbage and mince. I wrote this poem, if you can even call it that, in a restaurant at lunch time. This restaurant is cosy, small but always busy; a place for families, friends and young couples. Therefore, it was a surprise to watch as … Continue reading The Usual Jenny

Vigil

The book had been upon your lips for weeks. It was shrouded in your love, your admiration, still unclear to me. In lonely bookshop wanders I thought of you. Of the book, its title and the way your mouth navigated the sounds, soft and hard. It lingered in the corners of our conversations, presented itself … Continue reading Vigil