Demeter

#16 it's times like this, when I'm already far, that there's glamour and affection in how my elbows ache carrying milk up Fulwood Road. meeting an orange cat on the ...

#15 the musty, vivid ground resonates so firmly with the trees above that dancing leaves, veined with frivolity, beckon everything in between not to pick a side, but a silent ...

#14 the relationship of mace and nutmeg is how we should see people. mace - the scorching red, notice me, if you look hard you'll see the good stuff. nutmeg ...

#13 everything can be a problem in this part of the world where the word of the day is hypozeuxis and hot chocolate is too hot and bras cut into ...

#12 I've done this before. I've dragged the same opinions through my porous consciousness, kneaded them, watered them, called them gold. gold like shiny, valuable, becoming against ivory skin and ...

#11 icicles sharpen their ends, ready to hold their fort; if you cry, you are out. birds migrate to the south, return tickets booked; V for victorious homecoming. the last ...

#10 the first notes of the shiny saxophone are welcoming in their familiarity as you climb the stairs up to the balcony, the airy jewel in the face of the ...

#9 how can I know 114 words for snow but not one to describe your face at dawn, how our thoughts entwine to form an invisible fishtail braid, one I ...

#8 when I ask about crowds, strange fruity scents, last weekend your face becomes the spinning beach ball of doom (you're that old school) seeking, searching for the right words ...

#7 you wear whispers round your neck like an exquisite scarf, a lovechild of sunset and thunder - under the earth you tread are geysirs of birthright, bursting free on ...

#6 did I find something I'd lost or was it just you calling into the night? in this limbo between sleep and awake, I mistake amethysts for kisses and keys ...

#5 these cobbles are lined with pretended innocence: hushed tones, downcast eyes (then a sly look from under the lashes, a necklace on a bounteous chest) these branches are beggar's ...

#4 the tale tells that sometimes, if you are walking at night (or early morning, before the blackbird has sung) and meet a lake that is exhaling wispy strands of ...

#3 waltz has the potential to slowly slice you open from hairline to tiptoe, to plaster you on the mirrored walls of the ballroom while spectators evaluate only the feathers, ...

#2 if I walk and you follow, can you honestly say what I want to hear? because I've seen how your eyes well up at the mention of gardens, and ...