Category Archives: Poems

Silken strokes,

hands settle

ever-changing

shape of waves.

Flushed face,

over-arching silence

between rush

and calm

that comes only

with the gaze

of a twin flame.

Down into the

deep of a blue

another world,

an underworld,

where echoes spin

and light

shines through.


Twenty-nine steps, you count to three. fifty-two crossed and feet move free. Summer nights we both can foresee. Twenty-one held, don’t you agree.


Through folding-doors,

came to me as you did,

the time before.

Rarest of visits,

three in all.

No urban sprawl,

a passing bell,

reaching the toll.

Limbs stepped

out of frame,

in the gap,

a yellow dawn.

Freestanding the wall,

win scored with scrawls.

What do I bring?

What you hold,

you own it all.


Eyes wide open,

throat sore

singing songs

of the blind.

Line drawn

on line,

drunk on vanity

all a waste

of your time.

Foes closer

than friends,

when they

come in disguise.

Shutters cut out

the heat,

inner red

overflowing,

endurance is

when you

do not die.


Eyes wide open,

throat sore

singing songs

of the blind.

Line drawn

on line,

drunk on vanity

all a waste

of your time.

Foes closer

than friends,

when they

come in disguise.

Shutters cut out

the heat,

inner red

overflowing,

endurance is

when you

do not die.


Eyes sleep,

hearts do not;

outgrew the boy,

then again the real man,

long nights

summon clarity

of existence.


When I say it is she,

I mean she is you.

Fearlessly scale heights,

know they look at you.

Jump and you shall fly,

of you there are few.


Current Position

Under way from

where I was

to the place

I ought to be,

out in the woods,

postcard stamped,

I’ll throw away

the key.

Telling to told,

somewhere

under the sun

you’ll find me.

Hand clasping,

stone holding

colour of the

deep blue sea.


Leaves rustle,

between murmuring trees.

Air clears restlessness,

settles the unease.

Once doesn’t mean again,

go on, walking calmly

and untroubled,

dreaming the same

familiar dream.


Words, words, words,

real and otherwise.

Steps of tourists’ feet,

carrying tales through time.

Chill in ancient echoes,

shattering temples,

cosmos holds the echo.

Nightbird sings;

dark sonnets, white noise,

monsters and the monstrous,

darkness drawn into void.

Vision light on change,

chain of evil, the Devil’s plague.

Keep them guessing,

tis no place for the faint.