The Gloves is a treasure poem, a reflection on finding love or a home or a kind person. Sometimes, a dead-end ends up being just the place. The Gloves – a Treasure Poem      

Barefoot on a Thistle-Overgrown Road is a worm poem, a reflection on digging out a space and finding your way. Barefoot on a Thistle-Overgrown Road – Worm Poem Sometimes, thistles lay infesting and pestering and festering my breath, squeezing me / and I steal a page from the worm. In slime slithering, plainer than paper,… Read more »

Bellyflop falls among dignity poems, a reflection on failing, pain, recovery and rescue. Bellyflop – Dignity Poems still the bellyflop kid, still needing rose salve and ice running into deepening wrinkles. Of plumpness, you get very little these days. I wonder what drives a scientist to spend ages formulating age-defying creams and whether he frowns… Read more »

Baggage is a journey poem, thoughts on holding on and letting go and the ability to do so. And another thing. Not all baggage is bad. Baggage – a Journey Poem Her right leg is always playing catch-up with her left, on the ropewound around it, a bunch of spoons, once-yellow rubber ducks, a handful… Read more »

Incarnations is a being human poem, a reflection on our existence juxtaposed with the life of other beings. What would your favourite incarnation be? Incarnations – Being Human Poem Sometimes in her sleep, she’d be a parrot again squawking and flying frankly like when the sun, burnt or the rain wouldn’t let up. Sometimes, she’d… Read more »

The Cat is an authenticity poem about finding the courage to be. The Cat – Authenticity Poem Every day, the cat in my bag grows fatter its claws unhinging the zipper its slider stuck and rusting from the cat’s spit and piss and all I can do, is tighten the clasps of my arms camouflage… Read more »

We Are is my contribution to friendship poetry, a celebration of its necessity and immeasurable value, highlighting the unconditionality, consistency, and continuity of true friendship. We Are – Friendship Poetry We are The roamingOcean, alwaysHolding a trillionGrains of salt.We are the seaAbove soil andBelow rainy skiesSpanning beyondThe nets we’reSpreading. YesterdayWe handed out tissuesToday a book of… Read more »

The Woodturner is a growth poem, a celebration of the stunning work of woodturners and a reflection on growth. The Woodturner – Growth Poem The woodturner dizzies a log into a bowl of fruit, turning and shaving, sanding and hollowing out a space, and woodchips fall like curly snowflakes. Now skinless, the log’s grain and… Read more »