Author: TK Essex

Listen to the sound of souls Slowly floating down, A vast autumnal gravity Draws us to the ground… We land within a well of words Where strangest allies meet: A many headed Hydra Using you and I for feet. Here, we all march, paralyzed, By a smug atonal laugh That’s rolling off the silver tongue…

let’s suppose a purpose just for fun say perhaps that there was one that for a second had undone all we’d done with all we did with every bidding we forbid love perhaps and no reaction nowhere nothing could get traction nothing dug-in nothing etched no single sorrow to regret theist, atheist or agnostic no…

It is somewhere approaching forty That we realise we have a darkness That will not go away. Stuck to us, no amount of ritual will purge it: All our crystals cast shadows, And every silver lining has a cloud. When our eyes are thus prised open, There is a conversion, And we kneel at the…

i feel i never breathed before this day with you began with wine, we danced we held the value of our life in one clumsy hand entwined our fingers with the other. the cork jumped high, we overflowed: plastic cups were chalices children were cupids all eyes were wide and the rain was not steady….