: About Me

The Sea Walking down the street, I empty my pockets of the sea I was looking after for you. Mussels come tumbling first, cracking open their castanet shells on the pavement. Acres of seaweed and oysters. Taking a deep breath, I pour an ocean into the middle of the road. Islands of people and cars bob in the newly created sea. Somewhere amongst this is an old trawler. You are inside, sending signals back to a lighthouse forgotten in a trouser pocket.