poetry

  • Phone Booth

    Greetings, you’ve reached the end of my tether. I feel as though I am meant to…

  • Dark Star

    You sleep quite deeply, but the sound may have roused you.I imagine momentary conjecture, before you…

  • you weren’t mine to lose

    I know how it feels to stand alone on pale sand, watch the tide retreat further…

  • Breakdown

    I blame you.I blame you for all of this. What can you really expect from children…

  • Fresh

    The first thing I did was change the sheets;you know that crisp bed linen has always…

  • HEA

    …and they lived happily ever after,except when they didn’t. The kissbeside the Opera House sails, himholding…

  • those of us that live in our heads tend to be overthinkers

    Darling, you can imagineuniversesin vivid colour,their soundtracks and odours,where others see only adjectives.Is it any wonder…

  • in my shoe

    you tell meit’s just a grain of sandminutenothinginconsequentialwhy must i always make mountains out of molehills?but…

  • a better reason to write you

    I can write youpretty proseon demand or by request(I’d like to think I’m reasonably artistic with…

  • ghost

    My pretty ghost, I wish I didn’t wonderwhere you’d flown, but at leastit’s not for the…

  • 5

    I never doubted that I was loved, but perhaps I doubted that it was unconditional.You always…

  • Radiotherapy

    Wear black to my funeral.It’s not that I want you to mourn,may my funeral be a…

  • Floriography

    Flowers were not your native language.Clumsy conversations, and mixed metaphors. Symbolic depth was lost on youas…

  • forever or I’ll never

    You know I never thought that highly of myself,more aware of flaws and faults than any…

  • What makes you happy?

    He asks what makes me happy,  and I don’t intend to sass him,  but the autism…