poetry 101 rehab: trigger

catch me in your sights. (if you can) tap a button (pull the moment from thin air) and i'll freeze. just for a moment, you understand. catch me in time. who knows when you'll be able to do it again. frozen for a second - wait a while. (could be another decade) trigger a new… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: trigger


Don’t Take a Photo of Me

I am not at all the one you'll find in photos. I hate being photographed. If ever someone aims a camera in my direction I duck for the nearest thing that can and will conceal me: phone books, curtains, tables. In the event that none of them are around I will shield myself with my… Continue reading Don’t Take a Photo of Me