Some words or smells or skin prints shift into a shimmering inside your skull the pull uprooting and settling all things bothering you.
Springtime
In Due Course
The Tiny Light
When all is quiet and all is still when you don’t talk and you don’t work a tiny light comes dropping soft, the tiny drop comes lodging lodging within the softest loft of your body slowly growing, growing out and growing in a rose, a tree, a bird, a diamond, a droplet of pure gold,…
Silviano’s Village, Kaisolya, Uganda
they cannot dismantle the bread
Money Poem – Feck Capitalism
Dusk Poem – And the Humming Ebbs
And the Humming Ebbs is a dusk poem, a painting of a city’s evening and people passing through places and days. And the humming ebbs – dusk poem Dusk, and the humming ebbs People homing, Sparrows heading Offshore. At the bar, after-work pints In the beer garden. On the veranda, He rocks her chair, she…
Summer Poem – The Lake
The Lake is a summer poem, a celebration of warm summer days spent together outside. The Lake – Summer Poem All year the dripping sky plunged into the dip In the landscape; light and crystalline Rain had partied there, sketched in by wintering winds. All year it swelled inside the deep cavity. Drops clattered like…
Bravery Poem – Delicate
