Homecoming
There is something refreshing
about having your body
returned home. I should like
my casket taken back
to the wolds
where I was born
a service held
at the wicket church
bells rung. It would be
a touching homecoming.
There is something refreshing
about having your body
returned home. I should like
my casket taken back
to the wolds
where I was born
a service held
at the wicket church
bells rung. It would be
a touching homecoming.
October 25, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Homecoming
There is something refreshing
about having your body
returned home. I should like
my casket taken back
to the wolds
where I was born
a service held
at the wicket church
bells rung. It would be
a touching homecoming.
There is something refreshing
about having your body
returned home. I should like
my casket taken back
to the wolds
where I was born
a service held
at the wicket church
bells rung. It would be
a touching homecoming.
Words
The curtains billow
a storm is coming
the cats sleep
or do they
my morning brew
congeals in my mug
and I have such words
I shall knock you out.
The curtains billow
a storm is coming
the cats sleep
or do they
my morning brew
congeals in my mug
and I have such words
I shall knock you out.
October 22, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Words
The curtains billow
a storm is coming
the cats sleep
or do they
my morning brew
congeals in my mug
and I have such words
I shall knock you out.
The curtains billow
a storm is coming
the cats sleep
or do they
my morning brew
congeals in my mug
and I have such words
I shall knock you out.
Magnificent
She enthralled
full-grown men
made them do
stupid things
she was showered
with costly gifts
put up
in lavish apartments
I saw her once
my heart skipped
my knees trembled
she was magnificent.
She enthralled
full-grown men
made them do
stupid things
she was showered
with costly gifts
put up
in lavish apartments
I saw her once
my heart skipped
my knees trembled
she was magnificent.
October 13, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Magnificent
She enthralled
full-grown men
made them do
stupid things
she was showered
with costly gifts
put up
in lavish apartments
I saw her once
my heart skipped
my knees trembled
she was magnificent.
She enthralled
full-grown men
made them do
stupid things
she was showered
with costly gifts
put up
in lavish apartments
I saw her once
my heart skipped
my knees trembled
she was magnificent.
Writing
I get a big thrill
from a ream of paper
opening the wrapper
pulling out a quire
of pale sheets
carefully selecting
my favourite writing implement
from a cup of treasured pens
replenishing the black ink
spreading myself
across my oak desk,
writing.
I get a big thrill
from a ream of paper
opening the wrapper
pulling out a quire
of pale sheets
carefully selecting
my favourite writing implement
from a cup of treasured pens
replenishing the black ink
spreading myself
across my oak desk,
writing.
October 12, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Writing
I get a big thrill
from a ream of paper
opening the wrapper
pulling out a quire
of pale sheets
carefully selecting
my favourite writing implement
from a cup of treasured pens
replenishing the black ink
spreading myself
across my oak desk,
writing.
I get a big thrill
from a ream of paper
opening the wrapper
pulling out a quire
of pale sheets
carefully selecting
my favourite writing implement
from a cup of treasured pens
replenishing the black ink
spreading myself
across my oak desk,
writing.
Stellar
If there is one
single thought
I should like
to express
it would not be
something
crude
about love
I would say
look to the future
when the stars
are ours
jump light years
build big dreams
on those exoplanets
bend time.
If there is one
single thought
I should like
to express
it would not be
something
crude
about love
I would say
look to the future
when the stars
are ours
jump light years
build big dreams
on those exoplanets
bend time.
October 8, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Stellar
If there is one
single thought
I should like
to express
it would not be
something
crude
about love
I would say
look to the future
when the stars
are ours
jump light years
build big dreams
on those exoplanets
bend time.
If there is one
single thought
I should like
to express
it would not be
something
crude
about love
I would say
look to the future
when the stars
are ours
jump light years
build big dreams
on those exoplanets
bend time.
Singing
When you sang
in your child treble
the favourite songs
you'd collected
in a green notebook
I was enamoured
you liked to sing
on long car rides
beside the sea
after sex
the snag
in your voice
your gorgeous
girlish charm
always melted me.
When you sang
in your child treble
the favourite songs
you'd collected
in a green notebook
I was enamoured
you liked to sing
on long car rides
beside the sea
after sex
the snag
in your voice
your gorgeous
girlish charm
always melted me.
October 7, 2025 at 6:54 PM
Singing
When you sang
in your child treble
the favourite songs
you'd collected
in a green notebook
I was enamoured
you liked to sing
on long car rides
beside the sea
after sex
the snag
in your voice
your gorgeous
girlish charm
always melted me.
When you sang
in your child treble
the favourite songs
you'd collected
in a green notebook
I was enamoured
you liked to sing
on long car rides
beside the sea
after sex
the snag
in your voice
your gorgeous
girlish charm
always melted me.
Principles
If I were held
against my will
in a cell
where the bunk
was infested
with bed bugs
I imagine
my principles
would quickly
crumble
it is difficult
to be a warrior
when your skin
crawls
when the red weals
on your body
are like fever
I would dissolve.
If I were held
against my will
in a cell
where the bunk
was infested
with bed bugs
I imagine
my principles
would quickly
crumble
it is difficult
to be a warrior
when your skin
crawls
when the red weals
on your body
are like fever
I would dissolve.
October 4, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Principles
If I were held
against my will
in a cell
where the bunk
was infested
with bed bugs
I imagine
my principles
would quickly
crumble
it is difficult
to be a warrior
when your skin
crawls
when the red weals
on your body
are like fever
I would dissolve.
If I were held
against my will
in a cell
where the bunk
was infested
with bed bugs
I imagine
my principles
would quickly
crumble
it is difficult
to be a warrior
when your skin
crawls
when the red weals
on your body
are like fever
I would dissolve.
Album
Painstakingly
he mounts
each photograph
in his album
covering every image
with tissue paper
to preserve
for posterity
the broad spectrum
of his life
lest he forgets
one single moment:
therein after
he seals his project
with a pretty clasp
and shelves his memories.
Painstakingly
he mounts
each photograph
in his album
covering every image
with tissue paper
to preserve
for posterity
the broad spectrum
of his life
lest he forgets
one single moment:
therein after
he seals his project
with a pretty clasp
and shelves his memories.
October 3, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Album
Painstakingly
he mounts
each photograph
in his album
covering every image
with tissue paper
to preserve
for posterity
the broad spectrum
of his life
lest he forgets
one single moment:
therein after
he seals his project
with a pretty clasp
and shelves his memories.
Painstakingly
he mounts
each photograph
in his album
covering every image
with tissue paper
to preserve
for posterity
the broad spectrum
of his life
lest he forgets
one single moment:
therein after
he seals his project
with a pretty clasp
and shelves his memories.
Valediction
Heartbroken tributes
aren't really my thing
I like to imagine
I shall retain
an iota of composure
when you pass
though I suspect
standing at your funeral
I shall be a grief-sodden wreck
bottling up the agony
that my writing must not hold back
that this is the real poetry.
Heartbroken tributes
aren't really my thing
I like to imagine
I shall retain
an iota of composure
when you pass
though I suspect
standing at your funeral
I shall be a grief-sodden wreck
bottling up the agony
that my writing must not hold back
that this is the real poetry.
September 30, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Valediction
Heartbroken tributes
aren't really my thing
I like to imagine
I shall retain
an iota of composure
when you pass
though I suspect
standing at your funeral
I shall be a grief-sodden wreck
bottling up the agony
that my writing must not hold back
that this is the real poetry.
Heartbroken tributes
aren't really my thing
I like to imagine
I shall retain
an iota of composure
when you pass
though I suspect
standing at your funeral
I shall be a grief-sodden wreck
bottling up the agony
that my writing must not hold back
that this is the real poetry.
Posthumous
Having spent a life
without recognition
scribbling in the dark
for God knows who
I can only wish
my work shall be acknowledged
for its clarity
after my decease
not that it shall much matter
then
because all the plaudits will be
mud in my ears.
Having spent a life
without recognition
scribbling in the dark
for God knows who
I can only wish
my work shall be acknowledged
for its clarity
after my decease
not that it shall much matter
then
because all the plaudits will be
mud in my ears.
September 29, 2025 at 6:43 PM
Posthumous
Having spent a life
without recognition
scribbling in the dark
for God knows who
I can only wish
my work shall be acknowledged
for its clarity
after my decease
not that it shall much matter
then
because all the plaudits will be
mud in my ears.
Having spent a life
without recognition
scribbling in the dark
for God knows who
I can only wish
my work shall be acknowledged
for its clarity
after my decease
not that it shall much matter
then
because all the plaudits will be
mud in my ears.
Audience
I used to think
I'd enjoy
some adulation
however
I have no wish
these days
to revel
in the spotlight
I make my poetry
just for my own digestion
I couldn't give a bugger
if you dislike my work
it shall get written
irrespective of your praise
or disdain.
I used to think
I'd enjoy
some adulation
however
I have no wish
these days
to revel
in the spotlight
I make my poetry
just for my own digestion
I couldn't give a bugger
if you dislike my work
it shall get written
irrespective of your praise
or disdain.
September 26, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Audience
I used to think
I'd enjoy
some adulation
however
I have no wish
these days
to revel
in the spotlight
I make my poetry
just for my own digestion
I couldn't give a bugger
if you dislike my work
it shall get written
irrespective of your praise
or disdain.
I used to think
I'd enjoy
some adulation
however
I have no wish
these days
to revel
in the spotlight
I make my poetry
just for my own digestion
I couldn't give a bugger
if you dislike my work
it shall get written
irrespective of your praise
or disdain.
Knowledge
I am done
with the kind of poetry
that blathers about
the cuss of big breakers
on remote shores
I am fed up
to the back teeth
with whales
and bloody otters
now I prefer to chart
her steps in the surf
her hair tousled
by the inshore breeze
here is real wonder
how could I not know.
I am done
with the kind of poetry
that blathers about
the cuss of big breakers
on remote shores
I am fed up
to the back teeth
with whales
and bloody otters
now I prefer to chart
her steps in the surf
her hair tousled
by the inshore breeze
here is real wonder
how could I not know.
September 25, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Knowledge
I am done
with the kind of poetry
that blathers about
the cuss of big breakers
on remote shores
I am fed up
to the back teeth
with whales
and bloody otters
now I prefer to chart
her steps in the surf
her hair tousled
by the inshore breeze
here is real wonder
how could I not know.
I am done
with the kind of poetry
that blathers about
the cuss of big breakers
on remote shores
I am fed up
to the back teeth
with whales
and bloody otters
now I prefer to chart
her steps in the surf
her hair tousled
by the inshore breeze
here is real wonder
how could I not know.
Bang
When she's so frail
her bones might
snap
when the pain
in her hand
is killing her writing
it is time
to open her dresser
load the gun
say some prayers
blow her brains
all over the walls.
When she's so frail
her bones might
snap
when the pain
in her hand
is killing her writing
it is time
to open her dresser
load the gun
say some prayers
blow her brains
all over the walls.
September 15, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Bang
When she's so frail
her bones might
snap
when the pain
in her hand
is killing her writing
it is time
to open her dresser
load the gun
say some prayers
blow her brains
all over the walls.
When she's so frail
her bones might
snap
when the pain
in her hand
is killing her writing
it is time
to open her dresser
load the gun
say some prayers
blow her brains
all over the walls.
Home
The road unravels
like a silk ribbon
I follow it
I have never understood
these alien hills
these foreign trees
although I have admired
their stark beauty.
The mountains
are just too big
the lakes are unmonstered
the sun frazzles everything
there are too many stars
this shall never be home.
The road unravels
like a silk ribbon
I follow it
I have never understood
these alien hills
these foreign trees
although I have admired
their stark beauty.
The mountains
are just too big
the lakes are unmonstered
the sun frazzles everything
there are too many stars
this shall never be home.
September 4, 2025 at 7:46 PM
Home
The road unravels
like a silk ribbon
I follow it
I have never understood
these alien hills
these foreign trees
although I have admired
their stark beauty.
The mountains
are just too big
the lakes are unmonstered
the sun frazzles everything
there are too many stars
this shall never be home.
The road unravels
like a silk ribbon
I follow it
I have never understood
these alien hills
these foreign trees
although I have admired
their stark beauty.
The mountains
are just too big
the lakes are unmonstered
the sun frazzles everything
there are too many stars
this shall never be home.
Raw
You are sick
we are bleeding money
it is heart-wrenching
to see your frailty
your decline
was swift
we are alone
nobody visits
I am so pleased
when you rise
to another dawn
I know the light
shall rob you away
I am not ready.
You are sick
we are bleeding money
it is heart-wrenching
to see your frailty
your decline
was swift
we are alone
nobody visits
I am so pleased
when you rise
to another dawn
I know the light
shall rob you away
I am not ready.
August 31, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Raw
You are sick
we are bleeding money
it is heart-wrenching
to see your frailty
your decline
was swift
we are alone
nobody visits
I am so pleased
when you rise
to another dawn
I know the light
shall rob you away
I am not ready.
You are sick
we are bleeding money
it is heart-wrenching
to see your frailty
your decline
was swift
we are alone
nobody visits
I am so pleased
when you rise
to another dawn
I know the light
shall rob you away
I am not ready.
Happy Birthday Tamarind, 3 years old today!
August 30, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Happy Birthday Tamarind, 3 years old today!
Macarons
There is little
so beautiful
as a stack
of macarons
let your mouth
sink into the centres
let your tongue
take pleasure
mop up every crumb
with your thumb
suck your sweet fingertips
delight in your clean plate.
There is little
so beautiful
as a stack
of macarons
let your mouth
sink into the centres
let your tongue
take pleasure
mop up every crumb
with your thumb
suck your sweet fingertips
delight in your clean plate.
August 25, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Macarons
There is little
so beautiful
as a stack
of macarons
let your mouth
sink into the centres
let your tongue
take pleasure
mop up every crumb
with your thumb
suck your sweet fingertips
delight in your clean plate.
There is little
so beautiful
as a stack
of macarons
let your mouth
sink into the centres
let your tongue
take pleasure
mop up every crumb
with your thumb
suck your sweet fingertips
delight in your clean plate.
Legend
I love the way
you tear the crust
off a slice of bread
it is passionate
boilingly angry
it is these small things
I shall remember
when our time is up
much will be lost
however, how you bite down
on your crust, apex predator,
that shall be legend.
I love the way
you tear the crust
off a slice of bread
it is passionate
boilingly angry
it is these small things
I shall remember
when our time is up
much will be lost
however, how you bite down
on your crust, apex predator,
that shall be legend.
August 22, 2025 at 4:47 AM
Legend
I love the way
you tear the crust
off a slice of bread
it is passionate
boilingly angry
it is these small things
I shall remember
when our time is up
much will be lost
however, how you bite down
on your crust, apex predator,
that shall be legend.
I love the way
you tear the crust
off a slice of bread
it is passionate
boilingly angry
it is these small things
I shall remember
when our time is up
much will be lost
however, how you bite down
on your crust, apex predator,
that shall be legend.
Scandal
I should like to draw
in big symbols
make my words
ring with allegory
summon the most magical
imagery
bring my gallery of characters
alive
but in all honesty
I want to birth
real monsters
which will shake the rafters
of our complacent world
until my name is scandal.
I should like to draw
in big symbols
make my words
ring with allegory
summon the most magical
imagery
bring my gallery of characters
alive
but in all honesty
I want to birth
real monsters
which will shake the rafters
of our complacent world
until my name is scandal.
August 9, 2025 at 7:49 AM
Scandal
I should like to draw
in big symbols
make my words
ring with allegory
summon the most magical
imagery
bring my gallery of characters
alive
but in all honesty
I want to birth
real monsters
which will shake the rafters
of our complacent world
until my name is scandal.
I should like to draw
in big symbols
make my words
ring with allegory
summon the most magical
imagery
bring my gallery of characters
alive
but in all honesty
I want to birth
real monsters
which will shake the rafters
of our complacent world
until my name is scandal.
Flames
I've drawers full of
first and second
and third drafts
once I believed
they'd be valuable
documents for my
future biographers
however it is time now
to burn these mothballed
records of my craft
collecting dust
it is all vanity
they shall sing
much better
on the pyre.
I've drawers full of
first and second
and third drafts
once I believed
they'd be valuable
documents for my
future biographers
however it is time now
to burn these mothballed
records of my craft
collecting dust
it is all vanity
they shall sing
much better
on the pyre.
August 5, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Flames
I've drawers full of
first and second
and third drafts
once I believed
they'd be valuable
documents for my
future biographers
however it is time now
to burn these mothballed
records of my craft
collecting dust
it is all vanity
they shall sing
much better
on the pyre.
I've drawers full of
first and second
and third drafts
once I believed
they'd be valuable
documents for my
future biographers
however it is time now
to burn these mothballed
records of my craft
collecting dust
it is all vanity
they shall sing
much better
on the pyre.
Seal
I can think of nothing
so marvellous
as a bull elephant seal
sunbathing at the point
his sense of ownership
his assurance that he is doing
just the right thing
that nobody can intrude
on his fabulous mood
being full of fish, sleek fur
slicked back, and the sun
touching his whiskers.
I can think of nothing
so marvellous
as a bull elephant seal
sunbathing at the point
his sense of ownership
his assurance that he is doing
just the right thing
that nobody can intrude
on his fabulous mood
being full of fish, sleek fur
slicked back, and the sun
touching his whiskers.
July 11, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Seal
I can think of nothing
so marvellous
as a bull elephant seal
sunbathing at the point
his sense of ownership
his assurance that he is doing
just the right thing
that nobody can intrude
on his fabulous mood
being full of fish, sleek fur
slicked back, and the sun
touching his whiskers.
I can think of nothing
so marvellous
as a bull elephant seal
sunbathing at the point
his sense of ownership
his assurance that he is doing
just the right thing
that nobody can intrude
on his fabulous mood
being full of fish, sleek fur
slicked back, and the sun
touching his whiskers.
Misanthropy
She observed a code
of silence, when meeting
strange new people
she would flee
to the solace of her room
if family came
if she didn't want to speak
to you, nothing could change
her iron mind
I admired her bristling misanthropy
which was the most honest thing
I ever saw.
She observed a code
of silence, when meeting
strange new people
she would flee
to the solace of her room
if family came
if she didn't want to speak
to you, nothing could change
her iron mind
I admired her bristling misanthropy
which was the most honest thing
I ever saw.
July 10, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Misanthropy
She observed a code
of silence, when meeting
strange new people
she would flee
to the solace of her room
if family came
if she didn't want to speak
to you, nothing could change
her iron mind
I admired her bristling misanthropy
which was the most honest thing
I ever saw.
She observed a code
of silence, when meeting
strange new people
she would flee
to the solace of her room
if family came
if she didn't want to speak
to you, nothing could change
her iron mind
I admired her bristling misanthropy
which was the most honest thing
I ever saw.
Splash
I would love to put on
some crazy-big headphones
cancel out the noisy world
I shouldn't much care
if I looked idiotic
prowling the streets
I should choose not to hear the jeers
of passing motorists
who aimed at puddles
to splash me.
I would love to put on
some crazy-big headphones
cancel out the noisy world
I shouldn't much care
if I looked idiotic
prowling the streets
I should choose not to hear the jeers
of passing motorists
who aimed at puddles
to splash me.
July 1, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Splash
I would love to put on
some crazy-big headphones
cancel out the noisy world
I shouldn't much care
if I looked idiotic
prowling the streets
I should choose not to hear the jeers
of passing motorists
who aimed at puddles
to splash me.
I would love to put on
some crazy-big headphones
cancel out the noisy world
I shouldn't much care
if I looked idiotic
prowling the streets
I should choose not to hear the jeers
of passing motorists
who aimed at puddles
to splash me.
Crocodiles
The odour of old men
clings to my clothes
it won't wash off
no matter
how I scrub
my teeth rot in my head
I have shameful bald patches
I have an overhanging gut
I am stupider than a teen
my skin is crocodilian
I barely have all my faculties
but boy, can I write.
The odour of old men
clings to my clothes
it won't wash off
no matter
how I scrub
my teeth rot in my head
I have shameful bald patches
I have an overhanging gut
I am stupider than a teen
my skin is crocodilian
I barely have all my faculties
but boy, can I write.
June 20, 2025 at 7:52 PM
Crocodiles
The odour of old men
clings to my clothes
it won't wash off
no matter
how I scrub
my teeth rot in my head
I have shameful bald patches
I have an overhanging gut
I am stupider than a teen
my skin is crocodilian
I barely have all my faculties
but boy, can I write.
The odour of old men
clings to my clothes
it won't wash off
no matter
how I scrub
my teeth rot in my head
I have shameful bald patches
I have an overhanging gut
I am stupider than a teen
my skin is crocodilian
I barely have all my faculties
but boy, can I write.