Top of the page The hollow sound of pen dropped onto paper a drop in the bucket dissolved and disappeared as soon as it falls Given up No longer struggling to climb the sides Dwarfed by it’s task’s enormity Final Like pulling curtains closed at the end of the day Private, tight The day’s light is exhausted and I don’t want you seeing into me Throwing boots off after the steep hill home Socks sticking to, peeled away from stockings like slowly ripping Velcro Feet still steaming are calling for “a truce?… Read the rest

4th Avenue, Kingsland spider dancing up your wall though, it was only when I played she stopped, when I turned my gaze into her corner Must enjoy the vibrations through her arachnid-octave of fine-haired legs hers is such a mathematical sensitivity… Read the rest

Until the rains came I was lying awake on your floor wishing you ill Hoping you would burn in hell this Guy Fawkes night for all the emails you flung at me rubbing my battered face in my misery with your newfound love Sleepless Upsetting apple carts so carefully stacked with every innocent fruit, good from the start not a bad one among them Now, strewn and bruised on grass, footpaths, rolled into gutters.… Read the rest

Yes, but, maybe, she’s a two-house, two-man or more woman? Yes, but… To her, It’s never enough… Read the rest

“Let it be wonderful” she said “to shine as brightly as it can” not all blisters and pain there can still be a gentle slow coloration like the flush of red wine or the blushing of a love-struck cheek Let it be new Falling in love without asking questions or checking that you’re right or wrong Allowing it to slow and quicken without holding the reigns’ rough leather so tightly in calloused fists a bass played way up brighter-than high a flute blown so deep down low Giant gravity-less steps land in craters as yet uncharted “let it be wonderful, I will look after him” she said… Read the rest