Eight minutes ago, a message came. Nowadays it is common to feel uneasy at any phone call you receive. Generally it’s going to be a robot scam, or bad news. Eight minutes ago a text message came to the phone … Continue reading Coma Miracle
This is a fragment, scribbled into the sand and light slab of miracles we call a phone. I’m sitting in a waiting room in the hospital while my youngest son is assessed by a paediatrician. My wife is in the … Continue reading Thinking in an Emergency Ward
Possessions, outward success, publicity, luxury – to me these have always been contemptible. I believe that a simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, best for both the body and the mind.”Albert Einstein Nine years ago in … Continue reading Chestnut in my Hand
Fall to his knees And cry for the taste of leaves Deliberate in their measurement of time This is a fantasy of cascades masquerading As waterfalls and lenses chiming Painted cathedrals and a beautiful gathering in the gutter. Needles and … Continue reading Cascades Masquerading
“So the Doctor said that Dad only has about two weeks left to live.” When I got that message from my mother in mid-2015, I felt an all too familiar swoop of dread, but also the sense that once again … Continue reading Grieving Part 1
Here are kites availing ribbons to sing the blessed monotone of three things desired; old cities, mountains, sky The power of memory holds the legs in check soothes the itch of the sole I could walk into the arms of … Continue reading Waiting/Room
This is not quite the opposition to darkness to worship a sunlight that makes a slovenly leap with an absence of grace until everything is a reflection of thirteen snowflakes Memories are not just all I have but all the … Continue reading Thirteen Snowflakes
If every hill was known by truth without lintels of perspective through a leftover spokeshave then all would find these wheels uncouth to see them press past cork trees I buy my time in the source between windows Roses bloom … Continue reading Truth of Mantra
Watching someone die is, it turns out, not so very different than watching them live. At least on the longer timeframe that accompanies that initial diagnosis. Time becomes short – 2 years to live, two months, two weeks – no … Continue reading Watching Someone Living
Watch this, arrayed on a hill Like a graveyard of clocks Bent by the weight of a thousand shelters Each step feels like an agony that never arrives All this ornate ironwork All these stolen creatures Breathe deeply and forget … Continue reading Graveyard of Clocks
We ate of flowers and seed, trammeled the thread of a network of little things Rested when we were tired, sheltered when it rained, or was too hot drank to quench our thirst We told stories of spirits and demons … Continue reading Outrage is a Fallen Tree
The waiting room is not exactly lovely, but I come to like it because it reveals something positive during a time that should only be awful. Seven storeys high in the hospital tower’s main gray slab of concrete, it’s the … Continue reading The Wild Mountain’s Whispering
There is a field surviving without me These worthy footsteps in the maize And a castle ruin near a hospital Where an old man scrabbled In the dirt for a cigarette butt I am standing near trees Like a deer … Continue reading Ghosts step into my heart
This persistent exhalation Rise, grasp the detritus Wash hands, hear the inhale unwilling Death is a dream and a fear we dare not mention Every morning starts too early Some things you will never live again The way you drive … Continue reading Wonder without Longing
Amethyst night, atop the hidden river Light is fading into dreams His little creatures gambol in the wheat stubble No matter how far away, his dying breath remains Locked in a heart beyond ease Gentle woods are fading into black … Continue reading Hidden stars
Blaze of Obscurity 