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.]