THEORY
What is the proof of love,If there is proof,And not just blind faithOr shape? Is it the curved mouth Or the lack of attentionOr the inadequate wordsBefore and after the… Continue Reading
February
The blackbird belly-breathes in the hedge,Thicket awash with the rain and broken branchesThe storm left behindOf its clouds and whitewash. It watches the plume of its breath escape,Claws at it with… Continue Reading
Shoes
You ask me to send you money for shoes.I send you a pair you’ve left here. As I’m looking for a box to put them in –You know how bad… Continue Reading
This Mountain of Life
Dear, dear Ren, When you wrote to me in June, I did actually start writing back. I have the scribbled draft in one of my notebooks (behind me in a… Continue Reading
Myth
It’s a mythThat you come of age at 21,That you know then what you want to be,That you know then who you are,That life from there is painless. It was… Continue Reading
Our Neighbourhood
I have spent the last few weeks wondering why the hell there is so much traffic on Church Street, but, preoccupied with other even more useless and mindless things, the… Continue Reading
#GE2017 – You have a choice
Tomorrow, on 8th June, you have a choice, a stark choice, which will determine not only your immediate future, but the future of your children, and your children’s children. You… Continue Reading
This Time
With all the different lives you leadIt’s so difficult to get hold of you. That’s what parents do, I suppose;Chase youth until they run out of breath And grow old…. Continue Reading
Immortality (inspired by Derek Walcott)
I am thankful that words are immortal,That we leave something behind when we go,Some things our people can touch and read and understand. I am thankful for the too many words… Continue Reading
Birthday Song (a late posting)
We went to a gig on your birthday’s eve,You and I, just another dad and daughter,And you with a shirt in your jacket pocketTo give to your favourite singer,A blonde… Continue Reading