- 05 Jul 201324View
The Old Way
He built her a home,
of brick and bone,
showed her a face of blood and stone.
Sweat in the - 05 Jul 2013View
Buried
Our family had some trepidation
Burying my grandmother, Nina,
With her mother, Jean,
in the - 05 Jul 20132View
Hope Incarnate
In a foreign hospital,
Far from home
My grandfather waited
beside my grandmother.Every
- 05 Jul 20131View
Love Song Prolonged
Now sitting in her rocking chair,
she waits on the porch by the doors
sipping slow on sweet tea or - 05 Jul 20131View
An Elegy for Fear and Loathing
Seven years dead
and each time I check
incredibly
you still shot yourself.
Another in a long - 05 Jul 2013View
Larkin in the Morning
The ghost of Philip Larkin
passed me in the hall
with a look on his face
that said, with - 05 Jul 2013View
Larkin in the Morning
The ghost of Philip Larkin
passed me in the hall
with a look on his face
that said, with - 05 Jul 2013View
My Question is This
My question is this:
How is it your cat still lives,
purrs, circles my leg
and the cocktail sauce - 05 Jul 201311View
Hospital Poem
Mostly we wait
and to aid waiting we tap our feet or
play cards and talk quietly- but not - 05 Jul 20131View
Winter Song
In the North woods long ago
one day it was too cold to snow,
a wolf pack hunted hungry, - 03 Jul 201326View
An Ordinary Man
He was a man of wisdom and grace
a man with a pint - 10 Jul 201313View
Villanelle for a lost father
His love I lost upon this day
Two dozen years ago my friend.
A breath no more, he cannot - 11 Jul 20131View
Photo Portrait
Whilst looking at a photo portrait
Why does the watch sound amplify?
The need to deny
It's - 14 Jul 20132View
Secret Club
She sat alone in a room.
He sat alone in the same room.
Backs facing one another, aching, the - 15 Jul 201313View
Genes Glue the Garden of Eden
Genes glue the Garden of Eden together.
A story from nothing. Space.Coagulating from unearthly
- 15 Jul 20132View
When the dust settles
Is it to be, that only then…
our vision would reach peak acuity?
Only when the dust settles in
- 22 Jul 20131View
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
From the reek of her wounds,
still burning the white sheets, swaddled
in tormented air, this - 22 Jul 20131View
A Living Echo
Fingertips dancing along the broken ivory.
Lying neatly playing a sullen melody
Interlaced with a - 23 Jul 2013View
Bitter
Life's too short to live it bitter
But I always said I wouldn't be a quitter.
And that's what I - 23 Jul 20131View
Ghosts & Strings
We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but - 23 Jul 20132View
Behind the Smile
When dying breaths never end,
the bells strike noon once again.
Lost dreams cry, begging one's - 23 Jul 20134View
What it Was to Graduate
To the ones who have glimpsed this city stripped
down to the urban bones the Eye is blind to,
the - 23 Jul 201311View
Memory Lane
She is wondering in an enchanted forest....a place where she is no stranger but a frequent guest
- 27 Jul 2013View
The Sunday Mail - Part 1
I write of things unseen,
I twist the lies of the known.
I use the things that do exist
To tempt - 27 Jul 2013View
The Sunday Mail - Part 2
What you see will astound you,
I’m sorry that I have a habit of
Repeating old used lines.
It just - 27 Jul 2013View
The Sunday Mail - Part 3
When windows close and doors open,
Time stops and goes in circles.
Time wields fate while time - 27 Jul 2013View
The Sunday Mail - Part 4
Thought is a process of elimination.
All men are created to think,
But not all men do.
We are a - 29 Jul 20131View
Homeward
Silence crashes to the ground,
the sounds of sirens wail among the myriad of sales in windows - 06 Aug 20131View
Man's point of view of a Woman's Miscarriage
This is the sound beating from the Slums beating drum.
At first it seemed like you were the answers - 14 Aug 20131View
N wen u get ur kids took away
N wen u get ur kids took away from u
u have no mates no bloke family hate u n
keep u from urban - 15 Aug 20132View
13 heart poems
1.
My heart, dumb
as a flower
blind as a blade
but with no sharp edges,
only the need
to be - 17 Aug 20132View
The House of My Childhood Wept
The house of my childhood wept --
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool - 21 Aug 201346View
Christmas Pudding
You have to know a good recipe,
But also what can be added
And what can be left out;
You - 21 Aug 20133View
Winter in Munich
I
Whenever sleep is required, But resisted,
The baby is bundled
And pushed - 25 Aug 201326View
Death
There’s too much noise
For Darwinian comfort:
As the robins bring grubs
To the bushes beneath - 26 Aug 20132View
The Butterfly
Today I buried my friend,
As someone else did theirs,
Today their pain has found its end,
I sent - 29 Aug 201314View
After I am gone
Don't you ever feel guilty!
It wasn't your hand, did it
You'd stop it, if you had known
Your - 03 Sep 201343View
"Red Never Seems to Dry Completely"
(What the artist told me)
She paints like an otter swims:
Instinct, bold and lithe, guides - 07 Sep 20131View
Living and Dying on the Cloud
I live on a cloud above everyone,
And I don’t know why I fly.
I hide from everything and
Speak to - 12 Sep 20132View
Time is precious
To connect with the soul of
Another human being is
Exhilarating, unique, amazing,
Sincere, - 15 Sep 20132View
Dead and Gone...
Dead and gone,
My life is done.
Could not take there,
What is still laying here.
If dear to me - 19 Sep 20131View
GONE
You were here right beside me,
Suddenly,in a breath you were gone,
We were together, so very - 02 Oct 20132View
Moles in the War Cemetery, November 11th
The mist blanket
Tucked round the graves
Relents only slowly
To the wan autumn sun.The
- 03 Oct 201325View
An Autumn Baby
I only have her
For the morning.
Later she can
Enjoy to the full
Everything the day
Can bring - 09 Oct 20131View
An Earth Without Countries
Angus stand heavy
with February longing.
I orbit but do not
turn
to meet their gaze.From
- 09 Oct 2013View
Anhedonia
I hear them
the voices;
I hear them
all
around me.I’m here, baby, I’m here, baby,
- 13 Oct 201323View
Wayland's Smithy
The Saxons came late
To land still owned by
Generations of eloquent dead.They recognised
- 18 Oct 20131View
Black Country
I am wandering this place, not lost
but thinking, wondering why I stay here.The eaves above