To Eleanor. To all of you.

We met at a café and got talking. Then, as one long black turned into another, your story came out. Easier to tell a stranger. Our friendship lasted less than two hours but your words – your resignation – came home with me, where they have sat in my heart like a ring of thorns….

Love letter # 667 The bells may not have rung for us, yet you will chime in my memory, like a wave beneath my skin, subtle and buried, but still there. Though you will likely forget, I will house the archive of tender seconds in the sediment of passing days. For the briefest moment I…

She reminds me of you

Some things are known before they are known. Like winter; and the logic of its freeze. I felt her retreat before I saw it. Inching back from intimacy and the fear of being seen. That’s why I’m writing to you. Because you understand. There is no need for detail; save that her wounds once bled…

Love letter # 777 Nothing is owned. All is given. Or taken. The look in your eyes last night said as much. You once told me that what you wanted was to be heard. Well, you have been. All without saying a word. I realise there is no score, no account to be balanced, only…

Love letter # 550 So here we are on the brink of remembering. Serene progress interrupted. The flutter of ancient butterflies. The nausea of wondering. The waves of your passing. I am leaning, not falling – but enough to sense the up-rushing impact. The rupture. A fresh, hairline break in a heart long stilled. As…

Love letter # 598 For a minute I thought perhaps I was in love with you. On reflection, I am simply becoming addicted to your attention. It has been an age since anyone attended to me so closely, and with such affection. Likewise, it has been intoxicating to see my impact on another. To matter,…

Love letter # 533 When I look at you I become aware of the distance between hunger and feeding – which can be an ocean sometimes – and an ocean can be said to be made of tears – which is why we have sea walls. …But only when I notice. Which is why I…

Love letter # 845 You come to stand, with calm deliberation, in my shadow, and from this well of darkness your light shines. A magnificent, obliterating luminosity. The ramparts of ego are dissolving, washed out in the beauty of this newly blinding brightness. Now there are no details to cling to. Only the wave, as…

Lovers on the Belgrave line

Look at them. So in love. Or lust. He slumps, gawky teenager, back into the seat. She hovers, gazing down into his eyes, the light bright in hers. They are soft, plump like buds. The air is imbued with their desire. Flowers and honey. I catch my breath, stop myself from obvious swooning. In the…

Love letter # 644 We give all our love to the girls of memory, because they are never further than a thought away. They walk beside us in the fiction of our conjuring, where our hearts are always true. Though we may be sexless and alone, we feel the rhythm of their sway in the…