Lost time doesn't come back,
Like keys or loose change,
The children that grow up
won’t hold

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

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

I guess you can say it’s come to mind
From time to time.
How the world tangles up and

The nibbling waves
steal secrets etched
into damp sand.
Barnacles wait
on their rocks,

"Father, I am weary this day,
And the night closes in on me,
Father, I hope and pray,
That

You are my true ideal,
You are my best friend
You are so very real,
You are the beginning, the

After the war that took the fathers,
But before the next
Had taken their sons,

A man was

It's just a song.
If you just lay here
And realize that.
It holds a lot less power
It conjures

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

The

Stair-climbing
Nosferatu shadow

Soak-staining
Bleeding black
Into the very
Memory of

Everything that went wrong -
it matters not
since you are gone.

Everytime we went astray,
it's

Grief knocked on my door
and accompanies me now -
the uninvited guest.
Lost in what was
and what

a tip for those socks
that vanish like magic
between the laundry box
and the irony basket.
Buy

Let my joy become as the ruins of Babylon Ahmed Souja
Walked when daylight disappeared finally into

the false face of rage
sets the setting upon the stage
for the ills of wind
of change and all it

The primordial instinct to survive
drips from me to form an estuary toward the river of life,
in

This building was the factory
Where television made the glue
That stuck our nation

This is the first year alone
and as mothers day approaches
you are no longer here to spoil,
and

Pale as a white rose
a little face on the pillow,
your blond curly hair,
foliage of the rose.

Straight from a river
Straight from mountains,
The water is
Too icy for me.

Baby and

Someone I only just knew
Decided the poems & paints & love wouldn't do,
And he put a full stop.

shining silver strands of moon beam

web the pink of a shut eye

in a flickering room, under

It was so cold
The wind was so strong
I guess I don't notice
With you on my arm

I guess that's

I reluctantly sat in silence
At one time, I was you
I listened to her speak, or try
Because they

It’s winter
But I smell
Lilac blossom:

The scent of
A past spring
When I left her.

I

Speak.
What are you waiting for,
I'm going to love you
No matter what you say.

Seek.
What are

Nothing has been the same
Since the day you had to leave
For every moment that I smile
I have

Love is an ocean, while I seek high ground,
Holding a shell to my ear to hear the sound-
Of your

That summer saw me four foot high;
A desert ratbag caked in grime.
Ten years of rain-less pale

Why do I feel this pain?
When it was me who messed up in Spain,
I’ll never do that again,

tonight i nearly did it,
tonight i nearly ran,
into the car,
and end my lifespan,

i am a

The breeze now wind, bitter cold
Cutting through all day long
like shrapnel through skin pores

The hay doesn't eat it's self,
But I can hear her teeth at the grind,
I can feel her breath upon

My long-dead mother's horror
Of rat-filled bomb-shelters,
Her claustrophobia, her chilblains,
Hit

No words just yet,
just pain and grief,
no shelter yet,
and no reprieve.
Give it half a year or

I need
to keep you.
Happy
to keep you.
I need.
You, happy
to keep the need.

I sat for a moment on the bed
Phone in hand.
Contact gone.
A dog howled
in the neighbourhood.

Grief.

this
mind
enters
sunlit hues
brushed by memories
of you at play at work, your

Loss
and pain,
ice cold

transformed

made
endurable
by love

as a

I take a walk
down by the lake
where we once made love
under a honey tree.
The tree itself did

I want to hold your hand
and skip along the beaches of my mind
just to see what we find
in the

She came from nowhere
Came into a bar from somewhere
And now she is my friend
And maybe we

Through passing years, the numbing recollection never dims,
There I, so cauterised to love’s

dead gum tree
heron perches
lost

Above that helter-skelter shrill, of children’s yelp,
Outside, somewhere, down the street a bit,
I

I can barely remember how it was back then.
Even the sound of noise seems such a distant memory.

In your leaving of that morning, we were the ones that you forgot,
Discarded in your quiet rush to