“It’s often said that the best picture books for all but the youngest of kids contain at least a little bit of darkness”
Desert Companion! Beautifully, brutally Dry river bed sleeps.
So you want to know How ugly you really are? Fall in love! Have kids!
Daily you cheat death! Sort sighs of love from whispers Of passing bullets.
Heard Mum say thank Christ Easter is early this year Christ knows how we’ve coped.
Morning argument Drowned out by the rubbish truck Oh god, it’s Tuesday.
Disused railway line – Setting sun at last inflames Nodding dry grass heads.
Her kettle murmurs Normal tea with normal milk The least I can do.
How I know That souls weigh nothing at all I don’t know.
I will hold these words And try to loosen my grip On everything else.