Author name: ajh

Hump-back in a huff and a puff you loll
bask in the waves sighing, pitching your tail
curling to hide some bad mood as you roll
over surface so still you tip, slide and sail…

  I live in my father’s garden celebrate our conversations summer lighting up the roses pink carnations spreading scents and

You never would imagine he could close up like that, like an oyster, wrinkled mouth sealed shut contours of hermetic

I took to the woods, walking as we used to do underfoot the leaves decaying the earth beneath us soft