Monday, 30 May 2016


Follow me down, raindrop, between cleft earth
Where roots in the chasm twist and writhe;
Come with me to caverns with neither light
Nor water.

Long Hand

The long hand sweeps, dials time for me.
Oh, the hours, they hardly matter;
Slow by comparison.

Tuesday, 24 May 2016


I caught the blues from my baby
Walking down by San Francisco Bay.
It’s an old clichĂ©.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Inner Sound

A beat, like the sun rising behind you,
A crack of dawn over the mountains;
Cloud shifts; shafts reach over your shoulder,