Poem: The language of song, the song of language

I found myself singing at the sites of solutions soliloquies sounding the sight of revolution over the hills but no … More

Poem: Another day, another coffee

It starts slowly. Easing you in with a coffee warmed through with bleary eyed puffy cheeked cracking elbowed shedding the … More

Poem: True grit

I felt grit in my eye and my god didn’t it burn. It stung against my eyelashes and dripped, almost, … More

Poem: The sons of Mammon

They clawed their way out of the ground. Risen and towering, presiding over the destruction of crushed tradition, they razed … More

Poem: Anonymity

On my anonymity I do solemnly swear not to offend anyone and to steer clear of certain subjects until I … More

Poem: Terms & Conditions

I’ll be your disclaimer, baby. I’ll show you what to do I’ll tell you how to do it. Don’t you … More

Poem: Seamstress

I wrote a tale about a singer and her sewing machine. She was old and frail, but her fingers flitted … More

Poem: Beginnings

I’m a bit nervous so you’ll have to all bear with me. I’m wary of you so will you bear … More

Poem: Pressed

Crackled and hissed into life; whispering imperfection and seeking small sweet adjustments.

Poem: The breath of everything

I’ve held the breath of everything in my lungs at one time or another. 

Poem: My winter sunshine

I’m perfectly insane, or imperfectly sane, dependant on the time or the shade of the day. 

The Devil’s view

‘“D’you mind?” called the corpulent chap she’d collided with seconds before and whose second Evening Standard, slipped the fold of the first and slid to the floor.’

Poem: Embarrassed by this revolution

I heard talk of a revolution and I slipped away, embarrassed, eager to finish my coffee and to not be … More

Poem: The forgotten

Line us up. Line us up and check us in. Check us out and hand us our cheques. “You. Not … More

Poem: The view from here

Where we are, is a place that we inhabit. But is it truthful, or a simple lie? Where are you? … More