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

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.

If I were friends with Stephen F… I’d have him round with pals for p… He could bring his hubby, as you s… I’d sit him next to Victoria Wood… I’d invite Alan Rickman, I do as…

I remember You, Your gutsy laugh, Your smile. The way you read the world, people… The jokes.

I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.

I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku

“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,

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

Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!

Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way! Hey! Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way!

The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown!  P…

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…