Her Tied Hair Has A Loose Strand Vexed, tight-lipped, the lookenough. He grips a fork,there’s work, no time to vent.He wants the jacket off,the dungarees aren’t clean,it ain’t Sunday. His daughter’s reproachto look away. The houseneeds tidying. Her dress,brown as … Continue reading
Non-Verbal She finds her deepest breath.The blur of wings elateswith dragonfly blue,detonates such joy.How can a child decodethese winged clues? My daughterflaps her arms. I translateand learn how arms are wingsto dissipate winter’s hue. Dining At The Screech Owl Inn … Continue reading
After the mistake Lying under the duvetas cosy as a dormouse,toes snug withinthe solitude house. Silence settles slowlyalong the wishing line:forgiveness needs to bekind, is nestled blind. The carpenter and friend The oldish chap naps,a gentle snore, no morethan that; … Continue reading
Piper At The Gates Of Dawn True, back then, he was a foolish fellow– mind lost in mazes, avant garde for fame.The dawn he heard those warblers singing inthe willow wood ended his foppish ways. He let his lyrics amble, … Continue reading
The Machine (after R.S. Thomas) I doubt science fictionhad much of a placeon bookshelves reservedfor the philosophical,the theological, the poetic.Austere works, worksfor the mind and soulto wrestle with, not alwaysin support of each other. And yet you saw it,brutal and … Continue reading
Exuberance What sort of plumage is my exuberant words,words whose foliage no Autumns could scourge,whose leaves still flutter in speech and versewith eloquence? With what sort of rhythm the word bells resonates, a word that chimes with vespers and faith, … Continue reading
‘What is contained in this book is a collection that responded to moments in time, or urges to express desperation, or are a simple observation of sometimes everyday experiences and aspirations that I yearn for. Hopefully they will sometimes gladden … Continue reading
On the first night it snows, she finally discovers who’s leaving the trash bags outside her apartment. Luna follows the bag’s track to an unassuming rowhome one block south of hers. The air smells of car exhaust and a yellow … Continue reading
Exchanges detail quotidian sandwich twisted figures function like toothpicksponder subjugation circles in village colourself the pants principle to grammatical tensethrough wacky intrusive logic shocked centerspropulsive reflections fascinate like attractionlimit quirk to linguistic subterfugethick unshakeable compelled repeatedpicking margins flattening refuge arbitrarilyinsecure … Continue reading
The Voyage What’s there to transmit? I was dropped off by ship by St Branden exploring islands in the sea of fire. His curragh was smoking. The leather boat hides stretched over the frame of the boat smoked in the … Continue reading