Watching carbon’s cycle and sediments from a shore, hearing the marine showers of detritus like gravitas These everlasting teeth,...

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

Trauma tarmac with no margin, unyielding Two feet in a tired mangle, one head fogs with sad presences because of selfishness Selfishness...

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

In gaps between days, groups of triangles form diagrammatic shows in my mind and parts of the universe are defined Fatuity cut through,...

Kindness is a warm sense One of the many faces of Christ, saviour This countenance ever so gently adjudicates Each kind act leaves Satan...

Life is the noun, cartwheeling abandon The laughing girl running Running to her future Breathing the present, playing and missing May’s...

Poems are written for others Tiny acts of service It’s important that others are moved by the words New drugs are discovered for us...

With church stonework close to my left, I sit Soft musical notes arrest my thinkings Verities drift in to speak, I befit, from near and...

St Augustine indicates with shaping Fidelity is our inheritance Theism, at the very least, provides meaning to life. Conviction of...

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

Here is a poem I wrote for the Ledbury (Festival) Poetry of The Woods. You can find it here: https://www.poetry-festival.co.uk/poet-of-th...

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

You have the sun in your head An imbalanced sun with spots, shooting corruption These solar thresholds of pain are bisected, bites Not...

Spoonfuls of brown sugar grain escape in your Saturday hot tea Sweetness in seconds a quarter of an hour is ours For...

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

Here is a short poem based on a molecule that I worked on in Texas. Eleutherobia A genus of soft, red coral. Motionless resident in deep...

The Son of Man writes harmonious words with ease With quills that replicate spirals on the grandest scale His galaxies can reside in our...

I A blood cell, fine controller with a curve that shouldn’t be Thirst for oxygen and iron I could store II My host’s sensitivities are...