Rush hour
A human tide, twice a day.
Bodies hit the streets, en-masse.
Peter B Godfrey
The baby tiger
He felt adrift, and devoid of
all values. Overweight and exhausted,
with
Fertile moments
Unless you see you cannot think.
Clean out the mass of mental
In awe of the banal
‘It’s valuable not only because of its content
but because of
We are made of experiences
Some of them are terrible.
Some of them are lonely.
Some of
A fine performance
There is no barrier between what she thinks
and what she says.
You cannot lose me, I will leave you a sign
O vanishing days, death is in life,
I know I know.
Come
The line of words
The line of words
is a fibre optic, flexible as wire.
It
A kind of antidote to content culture
It’s not dated
It’s not lost in another time
It’
Making my life new
Tutorials and talking about books
in university bars and cafes.
The co-
The happiest day of my life?
Too hard!
It’s like a necklace made up of
jewels of
My world is so small now
Always be a friend
rather than have a friend.
It takes just