Poetry & Prose
And then one day that thing which weighed the most
Slips off the neck like a linen scarf and blows down the beach
You are no longer concerned with the shards of shell beneath your feet
The horizon has always been as far and will not come any closer
The sea takes more sand with no intention of giving it back
It was always your choice to stay here (Saint Kilda never existed)
The only one canonized on this hot boardwalk is you.
Early evening in Firenze. The day’s main events have passed.
Paint spread across canvases, lovers embraced, gelato devoured.
Have the clouds begun to shift into their twilight stance? That distinct Florentine merging of gold, yellow, pink?
Society attempted to box me in, in an attempt to make me
one of them, telling me I must live, must speak their way,
but if don’t; I’ll be punished for being different, for being
extreme. A menace to society. When I was chasing a
dream. I will stand for the destruction of mankind not
another day! Soon is the time to break down the walls of