Mad Rush

When all seems hopeless and the wind howls its lonely song and the ocean, once a friend, burns white each …

Windows/Rain

When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …

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, …

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 …

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, …

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 …