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
Browsing Category: Poetry
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
Oscar’s birthday poem, 2012
. . . Calm here, And across the ocean a storm. I am guessing that you Will take a cursory glanceAt these words,Raise an eyebrow, cough, and move on,And squirrel… Continue Reading
Charlotte’s birthday poem, 2012
The Art of Physics It’s too easy to become alone,Trapped in your own thoughts,To believe you are the only staticPoint in this restless universe,To carry the burden of the whole,A… Continue Reading
Still Life – Travel
I unpick my layers of skin,An old wound healing,Softened rawness,The scab gone, some moreOf my DNA scatteredOver the cutting room floorsOf my travelling. It doesn’t hurt,This unravelling of what I… Continue Reading
Knowing – Kara’s 13th birthday poem
You fly out into the silence Of your paint, of your words, Up to the stars and the vacuum, Down into the centre of your world, Cut yourself adrift from… Continue Reading
the closer, 1912
flies in my gutfire like a leechin my facethe wind marching against mein this dark half yearand everywhere is north nothing left ofsummer and winterno betweena scattering of worldup thereoutside… Continue Reading
Scott’s Last Diary Entry, Undated
One of our watches was wrong,Changed by the weather’s ferocious gnawAt the metal we trusted.Did we forget to wind themAnd lose track of our last days,Count too many hours? I… Continue Reading
Side by Side – Alex’s 11th birthday
How has time changed us? We never used to be friends, You the hotheaded daughter, Me the remote father, uninterested In tantrums or dolls. Now, we spend so much time… Continue Reading