- They tell us not to need a home
8 Mar 2017
Down the hill I walk to silence,
To where the Mother
And the Father lie,
To where they lie in ruin…
3 Feb 2017
I wrote this poem to be read aloud, to be performed.
It is not a kind thing – it isn’t calm, it isn’t polite.
But it comes from the heart…
- Stagecoach to Petersfield
14 Jan 2017
I took a bus to Petersfield,
It shook so much,
That the panels quite gave up,
And flew like finches,
Fast to hard cropped fields…
8 Jun 2015
For seven months, or maybe seven years,
I sowed a secret hope.
Two perfect leaves it made, my hope,
Before the stem turned black
For lack of care…
- Richmond: early May bank holiday
7 May 2015
The black-backed gulls have flown far up the river.
They’re after moorhen chicks and others.
A yellow snatching bill, a bloody shiver:
I wonder if they grieve, their mothers?
20 Apr 2015
Today I went to hear the birds
And I was met by wrens.
I couldn’t see their bodies first,
The leaves were bright,
Their shapes were small,
For birds that once
And peeped from cracks,
Afeared of sacrifice,
Are clothed once more
In flush of Spring…
- ‘Bring on the summer’
14 Apr 2015
Have the half remembered paths,
And crumbling plots of disrepair,
Just lost their violets and forget-me-nots?
- ‘Another night. Another day’ – a poem about panic
9 Apr 2015
Another night. Acid reflux,
The retching return of fights and flights,
“Hello mate, how’re you doing?”
21 Nov 2014
My collection of Haiku, most of them previously published on Twitter.