Friday, 31 August 2018

Roads Untraveled

You didn’t go;
there is no turning,
only a forest track
where trees bend in secret.

You turned your weary back,
accepted the curious defeat of steps retraced,
accepted having other destinations
where light throws deeper shadows.

Friday, 24 August 2018


I’ve said before that I don't care
About cultural (mis)appropriation;
Do I dare? Yes, I do dare
To appropriate without reservation.

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Sensory Deprivation

I have one eye which weeps;
the other’s cold stare looks down.

I do not see, with
my dark-adapted eye,
my reflection in the mirror
nor the world as it is behind me
as if perpetual dusk has fallen
in this room, its light,
dimmed by failure,

Monday, 6 August 2018

Greetin in ma hert

The greetin in ma hert
Is lik a a toon’s hale watter;
An fit’s ‘is lither
Seipin throu it?

Sunday, 5 August 2018


Will be written;
Believe in it.

Inasmuch as today
Was the pen you held,
And yesterday, the ink welling,
Your life is only paper.