cleansed he returns to his work ready he takes his tool (no – not that kind, you dirty-minded bugger) he makes the marks and starts to pare more gently than before softer than before slower than before the shape will come it will be what it’s meant to be and he will be what he [...]

The rush of existence, the crush of the game Everything changes, it’s always the same   Related Posts:first wordsOn a broken lighterTwin Towers

A series of poems (circa 1999) On a Broken, Worn Out, Cheap, Plastic, Cigarette Lighter. ( i )  Oil processed, metal mined, Gas released, so refined; Cog turning, flint burning; Ergonomically designed. ( ii ) reflections on a cigarette lighter: distorted – not much.  ( iii )  Shall I compare it to a source of [...]

(written September 2001) Twin Towers I was wounded first – the blow caught me in the neck. I couldn’t breathe, then – with a whoosh of fire, my mouth opened and huge clouds of smoke fled out. I didn’t realise I had such energy, such love. I smiled when I knew I was dying; I [...]

  Here we have a stopping stone a place to pause and be alone Take it in your hand and stare at nothing in particular Rub it clean and roll it round let it rest upon the ground Chuck it, kick it, lob it high watch it dropping from the sky Let it rest, be [...]

Everyone should have a cat, if not their own a borrowed one. The cat will sit and clean its fur, wiggle its claws inside its ear, stare at you from time to time, sneer at your silly rhyme.   Related Posts:first wordsEverything ChangesOn a broken lighter

A poem from a few years back – playing with audio recordings [Audio clip: view full post to listen] transcript below   Where is Your Song? What is there to sing about in the dirty valleys of Wales? The land of my fathers’ follies, the land of Mam’s poison cake. Where sheep flood the green [...]

- forty years ago I would have called him an old man if I had noticed him at all he would have slippered past me in the corridor and smelled of pee I would have held my breath for a step or two and now he’s me – Related Posts:first wordsEverything ChangesOn a broken lighter

stresses and strains aches and pains bruises and sprains again again Related Posts:first wordsEverything ChangesOn a broken lighter

I am the moon. I have always been the moon. I will always be the moon. My heart beats with cool light. I move my thoughts over the blue emptiness. I vibrate with blue emotion. There is no thing except the cool blue. There is no place except the cool blue. There is only the [...]