The Dark Threads
The dark threads Of a different track Lead to questions We can’t answer. Fingers find the wrong touch And wake with guilt made bare In the tangled sheets of… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Saint Gertrude
She is startled by reflectionsHer one eye doesn’t understand,By the light travelling along the wall,The spectre of full sight eluding her. In the dark, she sees figmentsThat aren’t a part… Continue Reading
Saint Theresa
I saw you coming out of church on SundayClutching your handbag and husbandAnd leaning against the wind and the countryWith a smile painted painfully on your empty faceStiff amidst those… Continue Reading
#InternationalWomensDay
For all the women on this planet, this poem is the most popular that I’ve performed in public. Grab the equality you should have with both hands.Numbers Often,You make yourself… Continue Reading
RIP Gordon Banks – the goalkeepers’ union
Goalkeepers It’s always like this.The last line of defence,The final cliché.We are the ones who suffer. Even in victory,Each weakness, misjudgement,Is sentenced a callous on our selves,And in defeatOurs is… Continue Reading
27 – Sculptures
Sculptures.The now world, the new world,Assigns a commercial possibilityTo each anniversary,And not the precious metals of loveForged in the flames of time. The wood creaks under the passing of it…. Continue Reading
today we celebrate
today we celebratean accident of birththe discrimination of wealtha country that feeds its royals but not its needya distorted image of love with an agendathe gulf between the great unwashedand… Continue Reading
A L’Inconnue 2018
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading
across country
fens flatboots dark parchmenttrees straight and vagueamid a massacre of uprooted siblingsopen fieldstiny horsesshrubland soil dunestilled and tiltedwild hair under his russian hatsudden sunparched sand unrestedfaded haystacks mouldypylon robots stalkinglonely… Continue Reading
For Stephen Hawking
Despite what you said you believed, A mind like yours cannot just go out like a light, Cannot be switched off like a machine, Nor disappear into the nothing.The dark is… Continue Reading