The Voice In The Back Of My Heart

When you have nothing left to say to me, say it anyway.

The Different Ways I Die

And it made me lay awake, thinking of everyone I've ever known who died.

And I hoped that someone would lay awake one night, thinking of me.

(Don't worry. I will feel enough for all of you.)

The Eventual Ghost

You have until the hour you die to do everything you've ever really wanted to do and say everything you've ever really wanted to say. It sounds less fair when you get older.

The Age At Which It Happens

One day, you realise that there are some people you'll never see again. At least, not in the same way.

The Band Shell

In Prospect Park
6pm
Tomorrow Night

The Way Home

If photographs of you are as close as I can get, then that's as close as I'll get.

If the edge of the land, is as close as I can get, then that's as close as I'll get.

If right up beside you is as close as I can get, then that's as close as I'll get.

I have and always will be, as close as I can get.

The Letter To New York

Will be read tonight at my reading and published tomorrow.

[Edit: Delayed until I can get hold of a decent mike and record it properly over the video.]

I Wrote This For You Facebook Event

Sign up here New Yorkers.

The Importance Of Breaking Things And People

Just so you know, there are certain people who were put here to break you.

So you could learn how to pull yourself back together again.

The Strangest Days

And when I'm far from home and I feel like an alien, trust me, somehow I never left you.

The Truth Is Different Every Day

You keep trying to tell the truth about who you are but you keep changing, every time someone listens.

The New York Reading

I will be reading at Pianos in Manhattan on the 19th from around 7pm.

You may or may not have noticed the banner on the right hand side. If possible, please save/re-upload the image to your own sites. Here (US Letter) and here (A3) are links to printable posters, please, dear, sweet reader, print them out if you can and stick them up - you are my media empire for this.

Pianos is 21+ so I'm still looking for a book store kind of place to accommodate younger readers.

Let's carry on.

The Beautiful Trap

If you open up too much, people can fall in and hurt themselves.

The Winner Of The Kindness From Strangers Competition

I loved this. 

Congratulations to everyone that entered for the quality of the work, it was incredibly high and one of the reasons why it's taken me so long to announce a winner. I'll be sharing all the entries over time. 

Reasons For The Delay

I've been traveling for 27 hours and am now at SXSW in Austin, Texas - normal writing will resume shortly.

The Words Are All In Languages I Do Not Speak

And yet, when you get here, you are not given instructions. No one tells you that heart A is meant to slot into heart B. There are no diagrams about how you are meant to live each day or directions on how to assemble some semblance of happiness. You are not even told what colours to paint your feelings or, given a purpose and a reason for your life.

You have to make all of it up. You have to make all of it, yourself.

The Broken Ice In Your Wake

I have a list in my head of all the feelings I still want to feel before I die. And you have ticked so many things off that list.

The Waves Are Still Going To Make It To Shore

Stop thinking about what they're thinking about you.