I live in Northampton UK where, when not working, I write poetry and draw. I have been published in various places including Parameter Magazine, Identity Theory, Unlikely Stories and Nthposition. I also maintain a website of my own work at tomarianne.net.
It Gets So Lonely Here
You've been whispering to yourself,
Like a radio turned almost to quiet.
Occasionally humming a tune
To give yourself comfort,
Like the cat purring in the house alone.
You're the empty city
On the long weekend in summer.
Your heart is filled with shadows
And a certain sweet resolve.
Like the townspeople
Who won't leave their homes
In the face of floods, fires,
You're the moth against the blinking bulb,
The ghost in the abandoned library,
Announcing to no one.