30th Birthday 2016
When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…
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.
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...
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.
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 thought my heart was broken But now my heart is fixed I wished I had a cocktail And now the cocktail’s mixed. I’ve finally reached the age,
I didn’t set out to hurt you, I w… I’ll probably always love you anyh… You said that you’d never leave me… Then in the space of one weekend y… I know you’ve got someone else now…
Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,
Living in the city is like, Not living. Bodies beaten and blown, As if by a blizzard, Swerve, stumble and slam against e…
I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.
Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...
If I had wit and words to write my love for you. I would not construct a poem whose rhyme and rhythm would pulse the beat of steady heart. For I do not possess the skill and wordsmith...
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 can’t save you from your pain, I can’t save you from your pain. If I could, I would. But I can’t save you from your pa…