Attachment – draft 3

We say we love each other. You twist
both pairs of our hands tight,
fingers curved and reaching, together
before you drift off Continue reading



It’s Saturday, the second to last one before I fly back across the great big pond. I’ve got the itch for writing again, but I don’t know what for…been reading some old poems I like in vain attempts to spark some creativity which, while fun, it’s really doing much. So I figured I’d tell you about my day instead… Continue reading