(2012)
“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,
How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,
Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?
I am not long for this place, I am short, Of patience, Of temper with fools, Of money,
Don’t go yet! We have barely found the consonant… I love you You love me Four plus four!
I wanted to say that my friend die… She’s gone from this world for goo… We’ll never meet up, eat some lunc… And I’m sad about that for good. She was adversity’s friend but was…
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…
I’ll never be quite sure how you g… Still you are here. Inside. Moving me. I packed my trunk with memories of…
How can I describe you in a song? Portray the beauty I see before m… Sing of your lions mane, your spar… And of the way you move me. Will you love me in the morning?
For all the bejeebus believers. Your sight is flawed, Your faith is false. Your certainty of soul salvation, A promise and a lie.
Political correctness has gone mad… I’ll scream. And shout. And mak… I’ll plan a march from town to tow… I’ll write a poem to express my th… We’ll ask a name to design a shirt…
He’d been there, done that, seen the movie, read the book. A life well lived and well informed, that knowing look. He said, “there’ll come a time when I’m not here to watch you wend you...
Before I could even speak or know… He told me what I should believe. He told me what I should achieve. He told me how proud he was of me. He told me when I was a disappoin…
I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku
Watch you go, Cold as snow, Salt and blood. Graved in stone, Old friends gone,
