“Often I have wondered, whilst standing here besides the Thames, whether my fate flows as...
“I bend, pen in hand, to dig down to the root of things, coming up one millennium ago, when...
“In a way we all retain a little of the soul of sweet Gawain: our voices rise to claim the...
Also known as Benjamin Campbell - 22 years old, Yorkshire born and bred, Oxford-educated, now living it up in Kingston-Upon-Thames. Writes a ridiculous amount of prose and poetry and some of it is almost good. Lives in this cluttered tumblr page with a variety of words, pictures and…
“The rains that came on Carthage fall on London too. When the walls of Troy burned bright and...
“I sent you a poem on a postcard and look where it got me. Cloistered inside the confessional...
“Some secret room inside my brain must hold the sleeping nature of my soul. Whilst worn grey...
“As we pass on our tracks the best we can do is leave notes on the fridge, chairs,...
“The sky devoured the smoke, as from the edge I watched him die. The fire covered him like a...
“A soft October sky fills my rising eyes as on a cloud I soar to heights only dreamed of...
““I am trying to push you,” is what I told them, though in their minds they added “…off the...
“Autumn turns me philosophical - nostalgic for a thought I’ve never had. In passing faces I...
“Close your eyes and the pixels still burn a little. The lingering sensation of unreality...
“The sliced moon hangs suspended in the red afternoon like a sun half-mended. As the painter...
“Sometimes they come like filings to a magnet, like air to a vacuum. Sometimes they...
“The moment they catch it you see the skin searing - the eyes light like smoke flares while...
“The moon mocks me with memories of you. A pale pock-marked face, unhindered and wry, floating...
“Today was the first rain of the year. We watched the clouds roll in, expressionless, flat...
And a Merry Christmas to you too! x
“I love my cut lip. Blood tastes of iron like biting the edge of a sword. That sharp kiss. The...