(2012)
How can I describe you in a song? Portray the beauty I see before m… Sing of your lions mane, your spar… And of the way you move me. Will you love me in the morning?
The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown! P…
I threw all my poems into the bin When I was young, I’d studied the way of the human p… By Freud and Jung. I felt they would make me feel
I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!
I like to pause and make a note in… I write them spare with meaning ye… A reconstitution of dehydrated mom… It’s good to share. Divine!
I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.
Now is the time to leave the past… With more days done than are left… Burdened grief like Sysyphus’ sto… Mind parades of all those gone. We owe it to them to give,
Where are you going? Eyes of blue. With your car crash of a life. Displayed for all the world to see… Bloated face and gut.
When life was young we ran with th… Voice of the vortex shouting in ou… Our arms spread wide, coat edges e… Our hair ran in rivulets riding th… Joy, fear, fire in our veins as ob…
Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.
Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.
Grief is like a deep pool you fall into from time to time. One moment you are walking along life’s weary path and the next you are drowning. Eye achingly broken, flogged by tears and w...
Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?
Living in the city is like, Not living. Bodies beaten and blown, As if by a blizzard, Swerve, stumble and slam against e…
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,