Poems
Drifting With the Current
Icebergs calve in Antarctica as my titanic love carves on, Perhaps destined to die beneath the Southern Cross, But trusting to make it to God’s embrace Though far from winning the human race, As my keel scours the ocean bed Releasing phytoplankton from my duvet And...
The Last Train
Iron wheels slip on well-worn tracks, Pitted rims grind the gradient but there’s no turning back. The brow of the hill recedes as it always does, A mirage in a desert the size of China where the sands sting, But don’t despair for today the passengers on their way to...
A Kind of Good Friday Prayer
It’s Good Friday but I don’t feel good Haven’t been to church as I should. I’ve celebrated the Eucharist with a hot cross bun On the day God sacrificed his only son. In Oxfam I just bought a figurine of the last supper Not for thirty silver pieces but for...
Silence is leaden
My last text seems to be the lastOne of my beating heart.There’s no response, why did I sendThat expectation on such a desperate errand?I wish that when I hear my mobile pingFor once it would my blood make singAnd lay to rest this tragic senseI have of having wasted...