(2012)
Twilight the blue sky fades to gre… Golden yellow sun always there, Burning my back and bleaching my h… And bleaching my hair. The sea holds an answer I feel as…
When you can’t do this, What do you do? You do that! My heart is broken. And I can’t do this.
At the end it may seem everything… It’s not! It’s just, you’re done! Shut the fuck up angsting your fin… It’s not,
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 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.
Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,
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!
With dragon, lay in crook twixt le… Whilst worlds around me move, And when I wake no longer shall I… No more to prove, No half baked scheme,
It’s the blackest of black dogs, That steals your will and runs wit… Like a stick in its mouth, Not towards but away. Away.
Christs day is here, You’re sitting alone. No presents or cards, The loved ones all gone, It’s the most wonderful time of th…
If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...
You cannot live your life in fear! Each moment missed as looking here… You watch your step; diet; drinkin… Mind your manners; Ps and Qs. Wakeful worry of what might or mig…
Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,
Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!
Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?