The Crow is a reunion poem, a reflection on separation and togetherness.
The Drone is one of my life story poems, a tale about the meaning of life, human existence, and thoughts on whether we are of any use at all. This is about misfortunes, lucky coincidences, resistance, and family support. The Drone – Life Story Poems First, he lay in a cardboard box, and then after…
Still, You Rise is a strength poem, inspired by a video of African kids working in a flooded classroom circulating social media. Still, You Rise – Strength Poem If I could I woulddrain the water from your front roomand fix the holes in your ceilingI’d dry your feet and slide them into warm socksbut my…
The Gloves is a relationship poem, a reflection on the impact of meeting someone, anyone, and a celebration of the joy of togetherness. The inspiration for this came from Pablo Neruda’s Ode to My Socks. The Gloves – Relationship Poem My love lent me The hours it took To knit a pair of Green mohair…
Heroics is a September poem, a celebration of porridge, blackberries and human resourcefulness and boundless love and energy. Heroics – September Poem First, on rising, she puts down a fire and heats the slate slab and then, using her mother’s rolling pin she rolls oats stolen from the horse’s trough next door right after pinching…
Perfect Noise is a woman poem, a depiction of the manner in which we choose to express ourselves and on how we must. Perfect Noise – Woman Poem My mother perfected noise when my Father lay on the couch napping, the daily paper heaving in tandem with the clattering of dishes being hopped into the…
𝚷 is a consequences poem, a reflection on the distance between action and reaction and on the need to be mindful of the consequences of what we start. 𝚷 – Consequences Poem And when you make it rain, count the number of drops and measure the height of the ceiling. Factor in the soil’s thirst…
Virtual Reality is a reality poem, a reflection on what is possible, perspectives, dreams, and on our ability to be human beings. Virtual Reality – Reality Poem With goggles, I can build a paper palace, be the queen and cast gold medals from whey like Lola sculpting a marble David from dust or Pete circling…
Plámás is a clarity poem, a reflection on the validity and use of silver linings and sugar coats. my son aged ten told me that taking part isn’t what matters nor is the journey to where you are going much to write home about. plámásing, not his thing.