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...

In goblets of college silver port was flowing Clever solute for mixed tablets of intellect Think, solve decipher and compute were...

Oh, giant blue morpho from Peru I’m intrigued with crystal-like scales that colour your wings of charm I move and your shimmer disappears...

Good morning! This poem kicks-off a series of verse about the many traits of Christ's personality. Regency in humble form Can you see His...

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

Nautical charts were boons of the brackish Baltic As Nelson fought the Danes Charts are shoreline’s optic that saved those mariners There...

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

The serpent was lime, tortuous calmed by a stick in upright stance A viscious spring locked in its jaws this wasn’t happening by chance I...

Henry Cavendish paddled in science’s sea On the beach he found his treasure Solitude and silence were his cosy places until his explosion...

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

How does assistance fatten in a child? Beginning as an artesian spring? Perhaps it depletes, wilts and trails behind With no fountain or...

Shotgun to the sea, kick-started machine Conquer Holyrood and smile down the hill Holding memories of loved ones each mile Twenty-six...