Winter rush hour train:
A box of black pencils
reading this poem.

Reading: “Cultural Amnesia” - Clive James
Listening: “Change” - Tears For Fears

Last night, I dreamt
the sea shaped by hurricanes;
each wave a shark’s tooth.

Actually, dear readers, while I’m enjoying putting this up in the name of new content I’d appreciate not only feedback but grammatical correction if it’s required. I’m not 100% certain that I have it right.

Reading: “Cultural Amnesia” - Clive James
Listening: “The Point Of It All” - Amanda Palmer