Time escapes and we reschedule to meet at the end of the day.



I saw him first, pleased he was better than his photo, a little alarmed he peered over his glasses to look at his phone – should I walk by? I tell myself – nothing ventured, nothing gained.



We meet outside a coffee shop and he wants a drink; he knows the pub next door.



Precious, demanding – he likes it just right, jagermeister (two shots) on the rocks with a coke on the side.

I order a glass of… Continue

I am under your seat – how can you not see me?



It’s actually my seat, my house, it is where I sleep.



All I own & all I am is bundled in and around me at your feet – under your seat, my seat, my house – it’s where I sleep.



Would you not think it strange if I sat upon your roof with my bag and breakfast waiting for the train?



Are you oblivious to where you are? Have you seen me? What do you think is beneath your seat – if it is not me you… Continue

Don’t excuse yourself; feel free to knock into me.



Don’t speak to me; don’t share a smile, I rather you stare.



I have become accustomed to your ways, your dismissal of me, your seeming intolerance to share space with me, your disdain to share this world with me.



I am not sure who was first, which of us have more rights, territorial claim or power; I’m not sure it matters – as you seem to treat everyone the same way.



The least you could do is pretend… Continue