I wish I could go back in time and shake myself.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, to her freckles like starlight.
Wake up, to her smile like the rising sun.
Wake up, to her eyes like the blue sky.
Wake up, to her joy like the universe.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, to what is right in front of you.
Wake up, so beautifully alive and yours.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, before you break something that cannot be undone.

more down the middle

now, not touching the sides

so much.



limbs hang looser, hardly tied.



it is a soothing thing apart from string,

to walk the higher road.



this is not a metaphor.

it leads to llanfachreth.

Operator error

Hank Gathers

All Night

Guidance Counselor

I'm in Jersey

1994 Sinead O'Conner on Danny Baker's show The Animals

All these little pieces of me
Form a whole
Eventually
What you see
If you piece it together
Maybe
Has nothing to do with me