Poems

Small moments hit you, in spades – the softness of skin, the tingle of breath, the way we danced in the dark.

We ran and ran hoping to find somewhere it hadn't happened yet – a meditation on grief, childhood, and the unbearable weight of loss.

I may be Down to my bare bones But you will have to take me Out of here In a body bag To get me gone. There might be Nothing much to do Out there Or in here For that matter But at…

It eases all your troubles Forgives all the lies Welcomes all the sinners Stands by your side Brightens every shadow Fuels the morning sun Feeds the lost and hungry Lifts up the…

A cold front coming Grey skies My dead-eyed Straw-filled head Empty of pleasure Lost treasure Was never found In my dead pool The wickedness Of detachment The enormity of loss So…

I see no point in it, Truth telling Is better for the soul There is no future in denial, Eventually the dog Will bite you in the arse. Lies slip off the tongue Too easily Freshly…

What would you have me say? Happiness is an illusion Love is more than passion Life no more than love? We tore a…

Manchester City will still be the team to beat. It is good to pause But not to dwell. Today is when we live. The temptation To wander through The familiar byways So often…

Eyes half closed For fear, the truth would enter. The sun as high as a kite At full stretch A solstice in midsummer. We leaned Mutually exclusive In balance Holding the world…

You’re not as bright As you think you are Not even a Dead star More of a barren rock Lacking atmosphere Airless To the point of Suffocation One breath short Of a full tank…

You’re not as bright As you think you are Not even a Dead star More of a barren rock Lacking atmosphere Airless To the point of Suffocation One breath short Of a full tank…

I miss you, Kora. Reflective dysmorphia You fuss and primp Believing is never enough The satisfaction Never quite…

The moon has no words No mouth For me To put them into What would it say Hanging low In the celestial Inanimate Lacking the power To give life Or take it away We give it meaning…

Like it or not I must do the Medicare form today. There are days and then There are days like these Today is a struggle I miss so much Of what was, The way we were. Our lives The…

When lights go down and moths hide in corners waiting for a spark – a meditation on darkness, endurance, and the elusive nature of clarity.

There is little light To spare The sky is solid The sun, enveloped in cloud Kept in isolation Hidden from the morning A stern inquisitor Always finding fault Beating a drum…

Sometimes being in England would be less stressful. Perhaps it is true Love lies Sleeping, Beneath linen sheets Bunched up Balled into fists Hastily discarded Unwashed Scrunched…

A time of poppies In profusion Petals tumbling Dripping blood red Rivers flow endlessly Muddied in shallows Stick-dried in hot sun Snapping like twigs Brambles are prisons Organic…

There will come a time When lying alone Wrapped in forgetting, Cuccooned against The wither of time The circumstance Of broken things The litter of scattered Thoughts The dreams…

I’ll talk to Sylvie about it. It was never simple Even though In retrospect, it is easy To believe it was. The thought of it As intoxicating As the real thing Your head rests in…