History
The stars shift. Orion glowers.The Pole Star wanes and stutters,Extinguishes a gap in time,Bridges an nth dimension,Red and pale. The night shivers behind the moon, Its dominant light nothing but… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
The Foreign Country – for Oscar on his 21st birthday
The morning, This morning,Seems the same until the sunFalls in through the window at a differentAngle, and life becomesA foreign country. All you know is what was, Never what is… Continue Reading
A Universal – for Charlotte on her birthday
How do I grab seventeen years of words And wrap them into one pageWhen I can’t remember each detailOf that day you came to lifeAnd we shared cold toast and… Continue Reading
A Question of Class
We passed the thieves on the road,Our hands full of silver,Their faces gold in the dying sun.We were faster than they,Horses against donkeys,Petrol against diesel,Honesty against truth. We pretend. A… Continue Reading
On National Poetry Day – Loss
I have saved last year’s snow for you,stored it in the freezer next to my foodand other artefacts of past life,before scientific brutalities,the shedding of emotion,your loss,my loneliness,a sudden fear… Continue Reading
Small Hearts
Such small hearts in all things.The dying mayflies litterdamp concrete by the front door,a solitary greenfly clings to the frame outsidewithin scent of the warmthrough the locking-out glass. Tick, tick,… Continue Reading
Kara’s birthday poem
I should have posted this at the end of March, when it was Kara’s birthday.Histories Where should I start, And how do I begin?There are stories in all of usThat… Continue Reading
Remembering The Dictator
So she killed my generation And I’m supposed to keep my mouth shut?So she killed my countyAnd we’re supposed to be kind to herNow she’s dead? Let her family mourn… Continue Reading
Birthday poem for Alex
How It Is This is how it is. The things we do best we never plan. We just let go, so our bodies take over. The memory of where… Continue Reading
Valentine’s Day poem
The things I wish for always disappear. I don’t see enough of you,naked,in the soft light of day,nor in the harshness of artificial light,now I think about it.Routine and habits… Continue Reading