Broken Ending

Why is life so fragile?
Why does it easily break?
How do we hold it together?
How do we know what's not fake?
Does anyone get a happy ending,
when an ending means something has gone?
How do we know what's forever?
And what's just about to go wrong?

Consumed creeping

Physically ill,
the ache creeps over me,
only by you.

I used to want,
now I need


It threatens to
so often now.
I am controlled by it,
not it by me.

This love
brings tears
and happiness,

we can't choose which.


Handbags on shoulders
and clutches in fingers,
high heels
and low heels
and flat shoes with bows.
Boxes and pouches
filled with bangles and rings,
these are just some
of my desired things.

Appreciate This - an exerpt

She sat, illuminated by the lamppost, tapping her French painted fingernails on the steering wheel. Five minutes ago she'd sped into the car park at 40mph preparing her apology. As it turned out she wasn’t the late one, despite never wearing a watch.

She observed the casual way he rolled into the space next to her and turned off his engine. As usual she unlocked her doors, climbed out, relocked the doors behind her, and climbed into his red Golf, noting the attentive cleanness. He leant over and swept his lips against hers, a habitual gesture, with no passion.

“So,” he smiled, raising his dark eyebrows, “I presume, as we are on neutral ground, I’ve done something wrong?”