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
If this is a forest beneath a forest, where the little creatures of God pass their moments, then what greater woodlands surmount that of my vision? I sat too many times idly searching for exceptions to the rule, the mantra … Continue reading Soliloquy for Clover
Relentless the ice finds a path to walk gravely, gravity suspends disbelief and when the snow destroys the careless talk of water, a though winter were a thief taking the lead from light, in disbelief But not as guilty that … Continue reading A Frozen Fall
I am the sunset cliffs glowing in a profusion of dust Hiding pink lines in sleepiness that wanders through thoughts of white impossibilities and the clouds that reveal the stillness of a sacred river Continue reading Sacred River
Giving your heart away means it’s bound to get a little scratched. Continue reading Giving your heart away
Whatever sufferings we have stretch between two places filled with light and dust, trees and the living the voices of the displaced dead become the way that early grapes taste or the feeling of being alone in a crowd on … Continue reading The Auburn Sunrise
There are no ballots today just the energy of a meaningless clock Just the smell of the hard packed earth No soul to speak of, no graphite The reverence of what is fair Is the scrawl in a prayer book … Continue reading Storm of Sleep
Words flung carelessly in fevers, a jumble of boulders, the mist rises around our feet like the backswash of a cold wave The grass is a tangled memory Three drops of blood from your shoulder Acid and tears, moving through … Continue reading The Gathering Dark
I asked, eyes closed against my will If all the trees were standing still Along the places in my heart Where thistles drank the river’s fillThus resolute, I grapple Sun and stammer flagstones. Only one can tear the Gossip Rose … Continue reading Resolute
Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments. Rose Kennedy The linoleum tiles are egg-yolk yellow. The walls are wood panel and pebble-crete. The corridors are hushed except that one time when a side effect from anaesthesia draws a … Continue reading Hospital Visits
Three thousand steps Above a sea of grey attested In the link between pavement And doorway Into a forest breath arrested By the scent now uncontested River island, perfumed hands These chains can hold us down Or unite,I heard the … Continue reading Not chains until we surrender
She rides the floating carpet Of crushed sapphire Calms fevered brows And sets heartbeats to shameShe rises like the cascades Of childhood haunts Gives space to cool wind And never speaks my name Continue reading She rises
By the time I saw my father in 2013, he was a double amputee who had been in hospital on and off for about 5 months. … Continue reading Three Falls from a Chair
That unpleasant coldof aching feet and gray ruinsbeneath leafless trees Continue reading Autumn Cold Haiku
This was once soil wetted and pressedshaped and painted, now a cold blankethard and immobile.The difference between wet and dry,safe and unsafe, eluded my prideAnd now here I lie,this is not a bed but it’s all that I wantso cold, … Continue reading Detritus of the Morning
Blaze of Obscurity 