two dreamers on a bargei.encrusted with saltand hair stiff withthe sea, we searchedfor endless horizonsbut failed to find even ourselves.night chanced upon us pressedagainst opposite ends of the deck,obstinately shiveringas if the damp was enoughof a substitute.ii.the sunset glows blueup north, breaking intoa million pieces like snowflakes,and if your silhouette spellsanything, it is that lines are notforever, nor light, which soaksinto the edges of the earth.we are sitting balanced againststone oars in see-saw motion,eyes clutching like shoulders againstarms, and hands folded againstour backs, balled into fists.iii.brittle bones jointhe slow creak of the sea.the wind is an augmented fourthagainst you, and the way youpull up your collar makes me thinkyoure trying not to listen.something spansthe space between us -stretched and tendrilledlike egg-white or elastic,and I darent move.iv.our barge has frozen into thesea, but we are drifting,and I only imagine tha
LipogramDear Jenny,I met you at a party on New Year's Eve, when the music beat in triplets against my quavered heart. You looked out of place, out of step, and for many, out of mind, so I ventured forwards and let the crowd carry me to the edge."Hi," I yelled. You mouthed something I didn't catch. "Sorry - I can't hear you!"This time, I caught the words on your lips that had snagged on your teeth."Neither can I."You spoke like porridge, with thick consonants and lumpy vowels - haltingly, as if English wasn't your first language. In a way, it wasn't. You spoke in glances and touch, in the way you'd feel someone's presence instead of hearing them enter a room. You spoke through pen on paper and ink on skin. In time, I grew used to the fact that I could not ring you; that the way you stared at my lips when I spoke wasn't impolite, but necessary; that you didn't, and never would, understand the concept of a regional accent. I grew to love you and your quirks - like the way you loved it when w
Note from a Wunderling.I used to wait for rain each day and nightAnd watch the twistings of the heaving sky.To see if I'd be blessed with rain and lightOr watch as all your colours passed me by.I heard you sadly sing a rainbow's song,The colours sweeping from your mouth like rain.I tried to find the words to sing along,I searched inside your eyes but just found pain.The sun against my skin is your embraceI touch the tears you leave upon the trees.In every raindrop I can see your face -I hear your rainbow's song inside the breeze.And so I shall surrender to the SunAnd watch as all your colours come undone.