The Tube

The Tube

Here be dragons, say the signs, In not so many words But in the sighs you’ve heard Approaching in the echoed walls, The clatter-clack of roaring calls, Of sleepy monsters stirred From sleep in tunnels dark and cloistered Deep, the…

Paperbacks

Paperbacks

Leaves, cracked brown by summer’s death and the weight Of my shoes in their unforgiving tread Sigh susurrated numbers, mark the dates That saw us twisting insubstantial threads Of communality in paperbacks Crack-crossed by lived-in, bent-back spines, Our reading habits…