Toffee Apple Fair – Childhood Poem
Candyfloss was the obvious choice, but I was no obvious child. I was as mild as the mown down grass in the school grounds where my legs tanned.
Leaf – A Poem for New Year
Take a leaf, walk its lifelines with your fingers. Make its shape with your hands, its perfect oval an alternate world.
Wounded Boat – Poem
He kneels in the twilight, spinning moon disc hot with the surgical grind of steel, the bleed now sparking sickness, weeping fire from the fountain wound.