Poems
Dayshifts
The Man in the Moon will come on Tuesday. He will wear his grey hat and be travelling alone. Take…
Forgiveness
The bunting was hardly down, and the bones of the feast hardly buried in sand, when the prodigal son started…
A Yorkshire Christmas Eve
His nearby town wore annual evening-dress, cheap jewellery of lights, white fur and bright drapes of Santa red which might…
The Price of Fame
Try not to meet us in the flesh We’ll disappoint you if you do, Our dandruff and our garlic breath…
Dining with a Picasso
We had decided to dine out with our latest Picasso. The Picasso sat at the head of our table. It…
on not answering
I was late for dinner not because I wanted to exercise restraint but because I wanted to hear them calling…
Poker
To Dad You wonder if it’s worth the gamble getting up out of your armchair onto your bad leg, to…
Building a Bridge
I didn’t even have to say: No need to explain, I understand. It was in his look — Look after…
Heaven
Perhaps Heaven is like being foreign abroad where even the groceries appear exotic. All is before you exactly as it…
The Email About Writing the Poem
I’ve been occupying myself trying to write a long-ish poem. It’s an odd sensation writing a poem. You’re trying to…
Decorous Confessions
Unexpectedly, he made a sober success with his self-published book of decorous confessions. It eschewed turmoil in the bedchamber and…
Waiting for the Train
Early spring cherry blossom by the tracks — so prim and so dirty, all at once. The bees must be…
Siempre
After Neruda Facing you I am not jealous. If you arrived with a man on your back, or a hundred…
Rousseau and the Tiger
This is the Tiger and this is Rousseau. This is the picture I painted to show That this is the…
how to get a life
just to tell you there is nothing better almost nothing better than getting into bed in the middle of the…
