The Source

'Let's watch the sun making its paperboy/rounds tapping on the window and shedding/off its flecks of glow'

'three girls sat dangling out the doors of a car, sea salt and suncream'

'O Cypris! I must rank among those who seek your nectar.'

"It is the light/That engulfs me/Its fingers of dust waltzing ever so softly"

"The echo in the chapel chimes as I take my unlikely seat."

"Did you ever meet the man, Who lived once in this place?"

'I rue the lost hours and days: a finite life, this one'

'I am not sure what broke me. I think it's a close tie between the discussion around NaCl when I asked for the salt to be passed down the table or when someone genuinely asked the group what their favourite way to measure the centre of mass was.'

'I'm making mistakes I'm crossing them out I'm making it ugly I'm making it shout'

"Jazz was being played over the stereo like theme music, as if they were acting in a television drama where each character had some essential trait, some crucial role."

"I waltzed in her arms down the high street"

"From a space we might call "above", an Entity watches - gargantuan, unfathomable, other."

"One summer, a summer which now seems to have passed by long ago, I slept and dreamt for the first time on the mainland."

"No 1. Label your collar to avoid feeling ornamental."

"‘Look, you have drunk £3.15. You fool, that’s £3.15 you’ve eaten.’ Clink, the cup on the saucer, the coins sliding down my throat."

"Empty time lent shape by the weekly rites Of chiselling the stubble away"

"Find us together: tiptoeing across the fanning pages of a calendar."

"Under the bent thumb streetlight, umbrella domes burst forth, splashing rich nightfall onto their neighbours."

'Scream me into the void. I would like to be screamed into the void. Please.'

"the table is rotting, and the house is rotting, and we are rotting too."