The grief was a ball in your chest… a tangled dirty weave of fears and… not appropriate to have yet, as if they would be a self-fulfilling cu… Each long, drawn out day was

There was little blood, which came… After the initial acrimonious terr… by which the boats were stopped the men (with accompanying women and children) were dismembered,

As we approach the hill we can smell the salt water alread… imagine the sand, coloured like li… twinkling in the sun. We can just hear the surf,

So you walk up this morning street… in the pub at this unearthly hour. Fourth smoke in about thirty minu… ‘coz you’re afraid. Afraid of the people,

Dearly beloved body that encases me, animates me, is me, as a matter of fact, thank you for being.

Grendel is throwing chairs around on the deck of the soon to be sink… Nobody really knows how Grendel g… and slipped himself in to replace… Nobody knew he’d be in charge when

Hand sanitiser has been such a sol… lately, patrolling the lines of ou… the love-line so we can continue t… but especially the life-line, you… Soap has been a pretty solid citiz…

After the years of that and that and Goddamn bloody well that, he rose again. His skeletal frame and sparse hair

Envelopes with gaudily printed car… meaningless mass-produced wishes, cheques to fly to the momentary mo… Books instead of love and tight smiles instead of belly…

The fall of the leaves of autumn carpet our path, making mud like blood underfoot. Or is it blood like mud

I’d like to write a poem that’s a swimming pool, or even a wading pool would do. I’d have the sun shine on the firs… and Spring overwhelm the stanza.

The almost silent Hog is fully si… The last smile has left off dancing across the great man’s fac… Time as stopped, the clocks will ring the hour of 1:10 this da…

Oh Mother Earth, kiss my cheek wi… you alone belong to yourself while… Preserve us from the evil plans th… puncture your heart and anger your… Oh Mother Earth, keep us at one w…