Supernature’s best thief stole your life Mum But not your smiles Your smiles were citrine jewels that could not be found In translation...

Ninety twenties, the hungry house Eleven siblings, poor lives of snares, plucks and dressed wild birds More food groups through the door...

Here is a prose poem: Rasping crows used to interrupt my study days at home. They did not care. I used their warning calls as natural...

Workings of love showed themselves. The arteries. The oxygenation. The lung of patrimonial support was a myelin blanket covering decades...

Romany Roaming in Antrim, you must have come from good stock the skirt around you the genes coding for scraps scraps of protection from...

Cotton anniversaries are guiding beacons As imaginary lights show the harvesting The cracking of bolls overseen by archdeacons in the...

Taking bouts of your lot bred peace and non-caustic laughing With smiles and unbroken heart you sent resentment packing It seemed that...

Pretending geological eyes blink, time’s gradient is too steep, and lunchtime drops like a stone But, love did walk with us and it did...

Long walks when all weather was moderate Dreams that state and retract confederate memories, the lollipop lady and children who sang...

At the summit of cat bells I saw your soul and essence It was generous patience and supportive dignity Your help was sovereign; and...

Music replicated after single listens It’s the simplest reflex action for you In front Patients sit sick They need your upper thoughts...

We have both walked somewhere. Our progressions twinkling with purpose or startling in their haphazardness Darling, you showed the way...

For Maureen Wren, 9th September 1942 - 17th May 2000 x Brighten the bay The gerberas brighten the bay window space, like your vivid...

New hungers dressed and entered my stage of sparse decoration I had just said ‘goodbye’ to the star of England, the real Broadway Earlier...

Some good news! Truth Serum Press have just accepted this poem for publication in Verdant. The book is expected to come out in July. It...

Near the water’s fringe our warm coats snub the cold air, two happy hours spent like hot chocolate drinks that are gone too soon

Saturday mornings, in beaconsfield, meant surveys of shelves, packed with toy cars All arranged neatly, our favourite shop dusty and...

Guitars fix the state of your nation Emotionally. Internal Fragments are made whole again Tear ducts burst happily Joy flushes your face...

Gratitudes and esteems Had a habit of coalescing They met in our kitchen You felt scared I should have detected The broken balances...

Your orange-blonde hair hosts angelic melanin Plaited, touching your satin neck A memory is born Given perpetual white crests Then inking...