Who spends the summer laid out, eyes tight shut In the sun Catching the rays and making them stay Not being warmed, just making cold…
Poetry
The Swing of Things
The swing of things Around here Today Resulted in a contagion Like love on holiday (Remarking to you Around there that day That you…
The Peace from her sleep
Beyond the peace that flowed from her sleep Was a dark room, a cold place. Deeply moved by kind wishes, We stood in the tidal…
Not Missing
You are missed You are not missing. You’re up on Cavendish Way Or School Street Or the council estate by the church. In your…
Lucky Boy
Lucky boy rescued Gave me this wonderful picture Of freedom At the start of that long Spring evening. Lovely rescued boy Cornered on a sixpence…
Poem: A line in the leaves
Here’s to the summer and to love
A line at least is here at last
Along it came to make sense of the summer I see
You’re not there again
After the Doors Open Again
Crisp snow Outside Under a cloudy, blue sky With friends Vinegar and salt Outside The chip shop We are drunk Loud music Inside…