Tuesday, 1 September 2015


               Rise
The                               And
                                                              Fall
                                                Of                           The           Day

Tuesday, 10 December 2013


S                                              O

The

World

Is

F                                              T

Monday, 8 July 2013

Chasing butterflies through fields of buttercups...

Spit soaked stems.

Kids make dens.

Friday, 28 June 2013

I am part of my mother. I am part of my father. I was pulled from her womb.

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Red ragged splinters
                                  in my hand.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012


W a i t                                        ing
to     be
paint            ed
by
snow

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Through the trees there is a clearing
And in the clearing there is a girl
She is crying
She is wondering what happened to her
And what she will do next
She loved him
But he changed that
And they hadn't waited
They hadn't been desperate
They had been natural up to then
There is something about man
Isn't there
Something about man

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Partial green speckles
Break the mould
And cut through
To the Place
Where we have been

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Let the powder erupt

Friday, 2 December 2011

College born kids spin silently in the rain

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Power keg
Trip switch
How's your mother getting on?

Friday, 28 October 2011

Sink your teeth into the doughnut and feel the
Sugar spread
Let it infuse
You
Let it seethe in your brain
And when you are old
And diabetic
You will not regret it

Friday, 21 October 2011

Candles burn down and the wax collects on the table
Finger impressions
I walk to work
The other people do not do what I do at night

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Bone scratching

The leaves part as Tara tears away
The cocoon
Shreds
Simpering
To the Ground
How did you know I would be here?

Friday, 16 September 2011

The candle cracks
Worms rise
And the spindle turns in ghosts

Saturday, 13 August 2011

A whisper in the lines

Monday, 8 August 2011

Sparks will fly
From angel eyes
And the truth is lost
Between them

Monday, 1 August 2011

Candle quick spit fire around the sky and blow your top
See me when I see you
See you spin
In the trees
Beneath me
I will see you when you come

Saturday, 30 July 2011

The peacetime smudges
Where are the dolls?
I know where I'm coming from

Sunday, 10 July 2011

How can a planet await such glorious disconnect