I can hear the ducks. They’re outside my van, quacking, and I am thinking on the twats that want to roast them. But my mind is lost, I think lost in those years of flamboyant chefing when all was flame […]
Category: Poetry
Bricks
It’s the house, you see, it holds me. It was ours. Not now. Not now. We made it with love, once enough. But now all alone, walled in, I’m failing. It was our house you […]
Dream 1
Saddam was on the ground, on his knees, being hit by an old woman wrapped up in cloth, like a new born, hiding from the world. I shouted at her but she didn’t halt […]
Being Her
She said that when looking at her I was searching, searching for myself. Using her face as a mirror, wanting her to be me. And she searched my skin, bloodshot eyes, wrinkles, spot. Did she […]
She’s Back
She is back Her face Against mine Her back Away Shes laughing And were talking About this And that How stupid we were How wonderful we are Together We are living Once more Making plans […]
Taste
You are so bitter You said No, you are! I know this You taste metallic That’s not right That first kiss You were wrong And now there Damp and hair Metallic and flesh They don’t […]
She Loved Me
There she is. There. Can you see? She’s wearing a white summer dress, hair down, skin glowing. She’s as clear as day, always has been. She loves me, you know. Look how she’s moving. See […]
Black
It seems to me that despite the sun washing golden over the purple shimmer of Exmoor reclining lazily above the green and silver sea, that all is black.
Orange
There is no rhyme with orange excepting names such as Blorenge that bold hill near Abergavenny where I once picked wimberries.
The Recovery
She was snow light; she shone by his side. He was coal black. He was wolf pack. Her soul was sharp; she slashed at his senses. He was icy hearth. He was fake […]