- 8th March 2017 16:39
Down the hill I walk to silence,
To where the Mother
And the Father lie,
To where they lie in ruin… […]
- 3rd February 2017 13:17
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… […]
- 14th January 2017 22:44
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… […]
- 8th June 2015 18:32
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… […]
- 7th May 2015 23:09
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?
- 20th April 2015 16:29
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… […]
- 14th April 2015 20:25
Have the half remembered paths,
And crumbling plots of disrepair,
Just lost their violets and forget-me-nots?
- 9th April 2015 17:49
Another night. Acid reflux,
The retching return of fights and flights,
“Hello mate, how’re you doing?”
Half forgotten… […]
- 21st November 2014 15:04
My collection of Haiku, most of them previously published on Twitter. […]