Candle on the Beach
This beach reminded us of a place, and it was bittersweet – it felt like home, but also not so, …
Your Relationship
Yes, it is broken, but isn’t the world just a bric-a-brac of busted parts, layer on layer of confused movement, …
Let Him Those Small Pleasures
Let him eat, let each sixty cent slice of pizza be celebrated as if a treasure, and let him drink, …
In The Wake Of Another Terror Attack
I sat safe on shore with you, playing with the silt we watched families blow their last kisses aboard boats …
AIRSTRIKES
I watched the last of yesterday bleed off the river to the tones of trumpet and cymbal; the reeds were …
Dad Sketch
Great bronze bald head mawning like slow laze lion always tan from endless village loops delivering letters, bills and birthday …
Learning animation – Running Cycle
12 frame running cycle. This took me about four hours to complete and I’m pretty happy with how it turned …
Old shirt
And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …
Horses
The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …
Apnoea
How many of us are going to slip out of here like oily eggs onto breakfast plate without a whimper, …
I seen hope in a train station
I seen it wink on the wet cold of the tracks I seen it smiling in slices of wheel I …
Windows/Rain
When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …
The last wash
I knew even before I put it on that there would be strict segregation on the clothes horse; it would …
On not getting the job
Beyond disappointment; I saw real fear in the tears of flashes of future cold as hands on bed-warm thighs; of …
Control
I like to imagine it as an idea rumbled in, wrapped around the rungs of a thundering chariot’s wheel, smuggled …
Charlie and the universe
And of course poor old Charlie full moon-eyed and ten thousand years sad always spalooging around crying out into just …
Another self-centred poem
I tried being a deadbeat alcoholic junkie, the nights got longer and the world darker and much smaller. After I …
