Time

The curve of the hand 

and hourglass

feel the slipping sand.

B.F.M

Anxiety 2

Floating on a tide that ignores moon and sun, who’s true masters are relentless pictographs – a historical fiction writer and an one eyed seer in a meat locker with a cracked crystal ball – my cooled breath quickens as I watch shark fins circle my predilections for thunder and lightning. 

B.F.M.

Two Things

It's one thing to chain a man to an anchor, to drop him overboard; it's another to leash him to a buoy, to let him drift.

B.F.M.

Status

Of the thousand quotidian
words to say, all I can
muster is an anaemic
smiley face.

B.F.M

This Exact Morning Moment

I’m as kind
as a porcupine
as long as you don’t 
know
what a porcupine is 
and think
a pin cushion 
is cozy.

B.F.M.