When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…

I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku

How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...

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;...

Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way! Hey! Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way!

Where are you going? Eyes of blue. With your car crash of a life. Displayed for all the world to see… Bloated face and gut.

Oh how we laughed, Cried, Fought, Tried, To make sense of our lives shaped…

Watch you go, Cold as snow, Salt and blood. Graved in stone, Old friends gone,

Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.

I don’t care, What you say. Your words mean nothing, Any more. You try to say,

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…

Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.