Stupid Satanists

(A Bonfire Night Poem) These times take the shape Of beginnings for you. But I've lived a life Like this before. The sharp sudden colours Of fireworks exploding Into instances of creation

I both like and hate to hear the words: Mental Illness How could I ever explain what those two words mean to me? I can talk about psychiatric units in the U.S.A.

I've always known English language poetry isn't a high-paying market at this point(the English-speaking world has very few professional poets But I've long believed and still believe that this is boun

Insanity comes in all forms, but when it comes in the form of Derryn, noone is safe!

Peter wakes up for the first time as a dead-man.

(dedicated to my uncle Mark Nelson) There are still cowboys riding the freeways of America: lonely vaqueros listening to their radios and pulling mightily at the wheels

A poem about Tony Blair written a few years back. It was sent to the Independent to give them a laugh.