Beware the bounce and happy Beware sharing that aspect of personality as it arises Only a few appreciate it And it drains energy Keep it inside Bubble and break like a wave on the shore of a deserted beach Nobody sees Yet the ocean continues In all it’s glory *I take many breaks from social […]

The Hats We Wear

I have a hatstand full of hats And yet usually I’m wearing a bright orange freebie Someone gave to me From OCG As a poet I love a metaphor So this has me thinking Perhaps the hat that suits me most Is the one that chooses me And maybe I should stop overthinking this thing […]

Human undone

Reflection is useless when looking in a stone the surface unyielding to any sort of enquiry And yet, we would be more intelligent to ask the stone the pebble who am I? then to listen to the rabble that surrounds us in the midst of daily life The routine Same people same thoughts same places […]


Routine Is a cage we build ourselves into And then throw away the key It’s safe Predictable Sane even A train on tracks knows where it is going And where it is not But out the window Life flashes by and flock of bright winged birds soars into an endless sky The train knows where […]

We live

We really do die It’s a fact that this body is fragile That one day strangers will have to handle All of its dead weight Lumping Into a coffin, smelling strongly of formaldehyde Place in the ground While some people stand around above We lie inert As they backfill with dirt Which sounds horrifying Except […]

I wonder

I spent the week-end asking myself questions. There is nothing like concern for someone you love to make you pound the “what if ” keys like a heavy metal rocker… It was certainly noisy in there Desiring peace, I leant on my new incense habit until my hair smelt like a gypsy. Realising that it […]

Goodbye Blossom

News of a funeral the passing of a life memories dredged to lay damply on the surface of the mind some things spring quickly, so clearly the horse bets countless puffed cigarettes gravelling voice like tyres running across nicotine stained vocal chords and the way he stood of a morning one arm folded across his […]

Incense Sticks

Incense sticksLit and burningShedding ashOfferings to the GodsUntil our sticks are burnt And we are gone.. I used to hate incense – as recently as last month I hated incense – now I’m addicted to the stuff. The smell hasn’t changed, although now I open up my entire house and the scented smoke disperses so […]


Stubborn in the set of his shoulders rigid through the spine and all of this seen and sensed from behind known to me since before he was born I didn’t need to look in his eyes to know that this argument was not mine so I gracefully cleared the court changed the subject moved on. […]