2024
I knew it was wrong but the allure in the starling sky that spring evening was overpowering – the same …
Poetry
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 …
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 …
Hello
The people walking in the street I cannot meet their eye The dog that trots beside their feet I smile …
Heron
I didn’t realise how much I needed the rain until it came, and kept coming heavy and hard, reassuring as …
Breezeblocks
Last listened in back lanes, dust billowing in headlights, vest red goon splatter kidneys aching, piss sharp needles automatic gears …
Robin Redbreast
It may not be fashionable, but it certainly is nice to go to bed at 11pm on a Saturday. The …
A relatively young man
The defence counsel said after reading his antecedents (16 convictions from 25 charges) “The Defendant is 27, still a relatively …
Life
I don’t care about the news; shootings pile up like two, three, four nights’ worth of crack rock hard rice …
MY TROUBLED MIND 