I took your death out on a boy in a new Parka who smiled all wrong - the season you counted my saves match by match - the same year you scored twice from the half way line
The point where you describe the torch's myriad reflections in the quartz walls, was one of those wonderful visual treats where you have to pause the reading because the image is so strong it interferes with the words you are trying to process....
I'd guessed why you chose to do it in this way for that reason and I suppose it brings up the question of who we are writing for.
Death of a Son
(who died in a mental hospital aged one)
Something has ceased to come along with me.
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A lovely poem. Nice flow and
Posted on Thu, 16 Jun 2016
A lovely poem. Nice flow and probably more difficult to write than we imagine, as it reads so easily.
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Well deserved poem of the
Posted on Mon, 30 May 2016
Well deserved poem of the week, writing the opposite of fuck you heavy-handedness.
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The point where you describe
Posted on Mon, 23 Dec 2013
The point where you describe the torch's myriad reflections in the quartz walls, was one of those wonderful visual treats where you have to pause the reading because the image is so strong it interferes with the words you are trying to process....
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I'd guessed why you chose to
Posted on Wed, 14 Dec 2011
I'd guessed why you chose to do it in this way for that reason and I suppose it brings up the question of who we are writing for. Death of a Son (who died in a mental hospital aged one) Something has ceased to come along with me. Something...Read full commentPosted in Details of life
very good :-)
Posted on Thu, 24 Mar 2011
very good :-)Read full commentPosted in an amnesia poem
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