Haiku: Epitaph

Death is loneliest, After buried or scattered. Life seems more sociable.

Poem: Disappearing

I found a familiar yet new solace (and it found me) hard to confront, hard to embrace, harder yet to … More

Death always gets the wrong ones: Always reaching out a cold, bony finger pointing his aim at the voice of … More

I ran back to you the first time that we met. I ran back, with my cheeks flushed and asked … More

Oh, Inglorious Miracle! Born in an utterly unpretentious anti-natal ward of screaming spitting smoking meat and a temptation to continue … More

Time passes differently in the still of the mind. Space and resonance shudder and reverberate and my head drops forward; … More

As the last glimpse of light behind faded with none yet risen before, The tunnel closed in about them Thick … More

Greeted by a man and a woman; hands turn to plastic and glass. She and he are as stiff, as … More

I set out, and started, slowly. Suddenly, we were afforded the luxuries of a bursting life, Seeping from our seams, … More

Sold Quietly married around the world, solemnly Sadness followed them.

Yes! The tree: we were there, sat between roots that crawled underground for hundreds of years.

I am grown weary of stock images flashing and flitting across the dark and clear glass of my eye.

Graffiti strewn alley walls miss the fingers of hands, on stretched out arms, Just. Dark cobbles glint deep below heavy … More

The metallic thunk of the lights going off, the page disappearing beneath my eye held still tight in my hand. “Bloody hell, … More

Hat drawn down on eyes glowing at the end of a fat, filter-less cigarette, Treading on a shadow with a … More