Cherrypicked stories

bumping into you

It was the night of the firefly just west of Canfield somewhere in the bowl of Kansas she sat in her coupe smoking home grown outside 'Billy's Super...

elm pagan soul whose ancient roots fingered rich clay soil and gripped as tightly as a newborn to a blanket. I had to leave to find again your...

The garden will take care of itself It feels lonely pulling vines with empty hands I cannot spare a moment to blink A line that goes on and on and ever on Till silence reigns; tug hands; black hearts Leafy snakes rub, wrap against the wrinkle ofbrown skin Twist fingers Tendril spouts fire of blossom Currents and undercurrents of pollen Falling like buttercup tears Falling like sleep dust cover Meadows of now I cannot remember ever having breathed In stopped-up silence Powdered lillies White weeds wait, expectant Beside my bed

Work Diary, 12/10/02 Last night I dug out our Christmas tree. It's kept in a basement cupboard, underneath the Halloween decorations and bag after...

Poems are my bullyproof vest

Written whilst depressed about getting old.

A Poem/Long time ago

A Poem on Parrots, Love and an Elephant You know: the parrots splashed around the cups, the parrot hanging from the bells, the parrot by your bed...