Sunday, 5 July 2020

1 New Poem

Days of Plenty

I lay,
arms stretched in
darkness noon through
the curtain call,

As you
made the pinprick
acts on me, a tense
equality to protect us,

From hurting
in the bright world,
notions that we
could be kissing

Some days
as calico kittens,
lost in fogs
of harried longing:

Trapeze artists,
dancing in each
others eyesight,
backing away from light.

Wednesday, 13 May 2020

1 New Poem

Colossus of Spring

I took hope in baskets,
came across river brook bends
that felt around ice flows
for a hint of ground,
cloaked as they were in
pale shroud.

I walk it up past train
track marks and police tape,
caution yellow the wounds we
took as given until they
burst out in red blood.

I mix it with sugar,
make honey water blossom
for afternoon tea between
the two of us shared.

I give it to the sky,
set it on windowsills
to drift in coughing breeze.

I watch its bundle spin sticks
across horizons.

I return to rooming time.

Monday, 11 May 2020

1 New Poem


False Negatives

The swipe-swabs go over
back-of-hand skin again,
alcohol tang, alkaline light,
swimming through the bow-break
long stretch of sunny skies
I sometimes spy through

Windowpanes and cutting blinds,
days that pass as punch-up
puppets, characters unreal.

I sat in bright rooms,
clean places with clipboards,
pens tapping off ID
laminate while I waited for words
to come in ways that didn’t

Echo off me, blank and borne-out,
when I’d know victory at last,

Standing up to cross-hued sunshine
in the flipped over tape decks

What mom said was best
about me when I was quiet:

The way I looked up at the
beeper machines and felt peace
with their starring light,

As we were one, in lonesome
formality.

Wednesday, 6 May 2020

Poetry Reading - A Moment of Your Time Podcast

I recently read one of my poems on the A Moment of Your Time Podcast at their invitation.

Check it out at the link here

Monday, 13 April 2020

1 New Poem


Dispatches

I could parrot the same
hunt-peck type clatterings
until wandered time lets go
its flaring radiance through the 
blank space between stars.

I could spend the half-life
of cold former suns starring
into you as a moonlit shape
shorn of gauntless fault
and dancing on river edge.

I could hold you in robe
of memorial, the back corners
of mind where dark words
crept across swampy moorland
I look back on in ages.

I could write of it in block
shape, breaking waves of
illuminated shore you swam
back to, against a battered
old ship stock I keep

Ready for the telegraph tether
I wander in the space of your embrace.

Monday, 30 March 2020

1 New Poem


Opposite Charges

One day, you’ll be the rain,
electric in form,
no longer so entrapped, enraptured
by passing of skin from itself,
and lighter now for being left.

But I would chase you,
still remembering,
the weary way I looked at
old postcards of Italy,
how women bathed in seaside waters.

Letting go: one day,
you’ll be the wind and we’ll rush
through each other as we
stop from now, still
selfish in our present shapes.

Mesh and interlock, go forth
for closure sought as less shame
and more the possible past
we had as name etchings in

Winter ponds from breeze branches.

Wednesday, 25 March 2020

1 New Poem


White Tulips

Muck-gray and silence outside,
sleet sheets washing down concrete
places we stood in time to street corner
symphonies now quiet.

You took the water, filled plastic
cups and spun to catch light
in tangles of hair (falling frames
around half-moon smile).

I took your hand and
pressed to cheek, feeling
a world’s wonder warmth beneath
old, battered visage.

The day beyond, stretched out
as lazing animals in separation
again, we were dreaming
of bleached flowers

And the spring dawn.