The blanket

Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten hereAnd I will say to you, I will do what I can do … More

Back to school

Every September is the same. I pack a bag for work, set off into the still warm sunshine, and wonder … More

Poetry and Work I recently took out a book via Interlibrary loan called, The Mind at Work: Valuing the … More

Don’t Think About A White Horse Coming closer, he turns out to be you – or nearly. Once you … More

‘Was it good?’ the book says. ‘Was what good?’ ‘What you’ve been up to,’ the book says. ‘When?’ ‘You know … More

Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here And I will say to you, I will do what I can … More

I have murdered my darling. Like a bird of a certain blue vintage, it is ex, dead, kaput, finished. The … More

[S]everal things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man … More

The poem is not happy. It glares up at me, its eyes spitting fury. ‘How dare you take me in … More