He built her a home,
of brick and bone,
showed her a face of blood and stone.
Sweat in the

Our family had some trepidation
Burying my grandmother, Nina,
With her mother, Jean,
in the

In a foreign hospital,
Far from home
My grandfather waited
beside my grandmother.

Every

Now sitting in her rocking chair,
she waits on the porch by the doors
sipping slow on sweet tea or

Seven years dead
and each time I check
incredibly
you still shot yourself.
Another in a long

The ghost of Philip Larkin
passed me in the hall
with a look on his face
that said, with

The ghost of Philip Larkin
passed me in the hall
with a look on his face
that said, with

My question is this:
How is it your cat still lives,
purrs, circles my leg
and the cocktail sauce

Mostly we wait
and to aid waiting we tap our feet or
play cards and talk quietly- but not

In the North woods long ago
one day it was too cold to snow,
a wolf pack hunted hungry,

He was a man of wisdom and grace
a man with a pint

His love I lost upon this day
Two dozen years ago my friend.
A breath no more, he cannot

Whilst looking at a photo portrait
Why does the watch sound amplify?
The need to deny
It's

She sat alone in a room.
He sat alone in the same room.
Backs facing one another, aching, the

Genes glue the Garden of Eden together.
A story from nothing. Space.

Coagulating from unearthly

Is it to be, that only then…

our vision would reach peak acuity?

Only when the dust settles in

From the reek of her wounds,
still burning the white sheets, swaddled
in tormented air, this

Fingertips dancing along the broken ivory.
Lying neatly playing a sullen melody
Interlaced with a

Life's too short to live it bitter
But I always said I wouldn't be a quitter.
And that's what I

We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but

When dying breaths never end,
the bells strike noon once again.
Lost dreams cry, begging one's

To the ones who have glimpsed this city stripped
down to the urban bones the Eye is blind to,
the

She is wondering in an enchanted forest....a place where she is no stranger but a frequent guest

I write of things unseen,
I twist the lies of the known.
I use the things that do exist
To tempt

What you see will astound you,
I’m sorry that I have a habit of
Repeating old used lines.
It just

When windows close and doors open,
Time stops and goes in circles.
Time wields fate while time

Thought is a process of elimination.
All men are created to think,
But not all men do.
We are a

Silence crashes to the ground,
the sounds of sirens wail among the myriad of sales in windows

This is the sound beating from the Slums beating drum.
At first it seemed like you were the answers

N wen u get ur kids took away from u
u have no mates no bloke family hate u n
keep u from urban

1.
My heart, dumb
as a flower
blind as a blade
but with no sharp edges,
only the need
to be

The house of my childhood wept --
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool

You have to know a good recipe,
But also what can be added
And what can be left out;

You

I
Whenever sleep is required, But resisted,
The baby is bundled
And pushed

There’s too much noise
For Darwinian comfort:
As the robins bring grubs

To the bushes beneath

Today I buried my friend,
As someone else did theirs,
Today their pain has found its end,
I sent

Don't you ever feel guilty!
It wasn't your hand, did it
You'd stop it, if you had known
Your

(What the artist told me)

She paints like an otter swims:
Instinct, bold and lithe, guides

I live on a cloud above everyone,
And I don’t know why I fly.
I hide from everything and
Speak to

To connect with the soul of
Another human being is
Exhilarating, unique, amazing,
Sincere,

Dead and gone,
My life is done.
Could not take there,
What is still laying here.
If dear to me

You were here right beside me,
Suddenly,in a breath you were gone,
We were together, so very

The mist blanket
Tucked round the graves
Relents only slowly
To the wan autumn sun.

The

I only have her
For the morning.
Later she can
Enjoy to the full
Everything the day
Can bring

Angus stand heavy
with February longing.
I orbit but do not
turn
to meet their gaze.

From

I hear them
the voices;
I hear them
all
around me.

I’m here, baby, I’m here, baby,

The Saxons came late
To land still owned by
Generations of eloquent dead.

They recognised

I am wandering this place, not lost
but thinking, wondering why I stay here.

The eaves above