Tuesday, 7 August 2012


She is
in particular,
that one thing,
the thing,
the word on the tip of my
diving board--
ahh, tongue--
on the waiting list
of vocabulary--
waiting for she,
on the tip of toes,
in the bask of sunlight,
in the beautiful mind.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

04 August 2012

Sitting in my new flat, enjoying the 10p coin of  lovely English weather. Someone keeps flipping the coin and they can't decide whether they want heads or tails. Will the sun stay or will the rain wash our troubles away? Or will it just get us soaked? Find out next time on Have I Got The Weather For You!

A poem to wash away the wait.

The paper boat
took to the grey seas
on a voyage to discover
its purpose in life.

All it discovered,
much to its despair
was a drain
to the dark pits 

of bohemian Hell.

Thursday, 24 May 2012


I watched the sun go down with my eyes closed
and the sun rise: I can't see anything but
what are you
the clouds are white fluffy things
(that sounds austere)

Sunday, 4 December 2011

The Green Man

The green man:
I always see him walking,
just beyond my crimson feet
to a place I'll never know.

My hands are red,
my feet are red
and I prefer to stand.

I can never quite catch him,
no matter how hard I try.

I wait and I stare
at impatient faces,
impatient feet
and impatient hands

that button they depend on.

I know,
I accept,
they want me gone.

They want the green man.

He is loved,
because he walks.
He is the Pied Piper,
right across the road.

Friday, 9 September 2011

The Life of a Gull

When the gulls come of age,
they leave the cliffs that hide them.

Their mothers and fathers send them off
on a quest to change them.

They follow a human boat
around the vast seas:

past silver beaches,
and over dancing reefs.

Dark spirits shall taunt them
and storms shall veer them,

but with the strongest hearts,
they shall persevere.

They shall return to the cliffs,
where they were born,

their wings beating still,
and their strength tired and beat.

Their mothers and fathers
shall welcome them with opens arms,

and they shall settle down
to live the life of a gull.

(Another thank-you for the inspiration, Phoebe!)

Travels to Space on Exotic Creatures

Believe me,
it’s quite possible.

Simply click your tongue three times,
maybe four
and state the magic words:

then wait—

you’ll be on the back of a giant squid,
otherwise known as the Architeuthis
or wizard of the sea.

Mesmerised by its inky dreamy spells,
you’ll travel through the sky
to the edge of the Earth.

And there you will find,
if you look so carefully,

where the humpback whales debate over mysteries of life,
over a toast of planets
and exotic stars.

Thursday, 8 September 2011

The Greatest Chandelier

Every morning I wake to the sound
of engineers clanging
and operators raising the crane.

People can’t see them,
for their orange safety vests
are invisible to the world.

Because the sun
is a giant, whirring machine.
It consists of billions of miniature bulbs,

flashing gold-white light
as the greatest chandelier imagined.
The workers, hired for this one purpose,

tirelessly lift the sphere,
the sphere essential to our existence;
its fragile sheen teetering

on the single point,
the black void,
the construction site.

Then when their work is done
they perch on the clouds
and pick at tuna sandwiches.

They watch the world rise,
and they watch the world wander
before they unhook the sun from its height,

and nobody knew they existed.