Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,

How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...

Today I invested some time. In, The space between the spaces. Pushing through gaps thinner than… A particle here,

For all the bejeebus believers. Your sight is flawed, Your faith is false. Your certainty of soul salvation, A promise and a lie.

At the end it may seem everything… It’s not! It’s just, you’re done! Shut the fuck up angsting your fin… It’s not,

How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,

I’m living in the cellar of a dead… Duncan, my usual purveyor of all t… Told me, “his wife just called and… So, I rooted round a box of ports and…

Before I could even speak or know… He told me what I should believe. He told me what I should achieve. He told me how proud he was of me. He told me when I was a disappoin…

Oh how we laughed, Cried, Fought, Tried, To make sense of our lives shaped…

She will stroke you in your dreams… She will expect you to know that o… She will journey on in a state we… She will hold within the love you… And never.

If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...

Eyes of blue, I saw them in a pho… Look at me I’m the one who sired… Walk on by. Walk on by. Baby face, like looking in a mirro…

A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,