you know: all those years we could have spent together.

ever considered being a genius?

16/2/26 - nocturn

and yes, I am not angry anymore. for a while.

clouds on the horizon I think of myself an island #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (cloud)

Mysterious Sky

let us remain unknown.

hmm maybe I do want someone to teach me needles

humble I was, yesterday.

time and space, do you feel it?

accidentally harboured a feeling.

very chumbawamba of me to get knocked down but i get up again

I had the privilege of hearing Michael Longley read this poem at what was his last reading. Enda, his wife of 60 years, was sitting in the 2nd row listening to every word 'dawn and dusk can kiss once a year' Cloudberry kisses #poetry #poemoftheday #valentinesday

what a fuckin genius. youtu.be/Xu8Xm4gpDP8?...

rock it to the bang.

Post a banger that isn’t in English www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8OR...

12/2/26 - nocturn

some send too many hearts, some too few.

listening to the eloquent sound of the sea.

and a simple 'I like you' can open up worlds.

you see, there's no coming back from where we ended.

WHAT A SONG. youtu.be/WKg73qIKHF4?...

i’m watching bridgerton and like

some people never stop being offended.

love, what a beautiful masquerade.

keep philology queer, it's etymology not het-ymology

everything by Anne Carson is a single perceptive distillation with floating rhythm and disruptive melody.

phone date over 2 hours, a whirlwind of information and emotion. wished it never ended.

people need a narrative voice.

wish you were real.

My father worked in the Belfast Shipyard. My grandfather too, he helped build the Titanic As a boy I remember him coming home soaked, standing in front of the fire, steam rising off him I wonder were there days, before I came along, when my mother greeted him like the poet #poetry #poemoftheday

Realistic Optimism™️

5 jobs I have had: • photo model for a business hotel with seminar centre—photographer loved the expressiveness of my face • archaeological excavation assistant—the trowel becomes your best friend in the mud • reviewer for audiobook manuscripts—unbelievable what people think is worth telling

Can’t get warm.

Some quick fire drawings that are this months Patreon rewards. Very lucky to have such amazing people who support my work.

ah fuck. accidentally cooked a animorph

always remember to live your reality.

and yes, you can borrow my dreams.

birthday wishes to your beloved: heat up the system by 10 degrees.

Axioms speak louder than words.

only lovers left behind.

Robyn Lea, The Shoes of Jackson Pollock www.robynleaphotography.com

the fire remembers every hand that has fed it…✨

a mind does not need to be broken, a mind is to be formed.

we certainly need new theories.

isn't it wonderful to have a mind of your own?

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

that day, as i sat among the fragrant [hmm], i saw her in the distance, swaying like a [hrmmm] surrounded by blossoming [hhmdehmm], her voice like a [hmmm] amidst a flock of [ohyeahthoseones], and i felt like a [nngggurm] uprooted like when the wintry blasts come from [thatplaceiguessinthenorth] and