Category Archives: Poetry

Borders

Into the endless breeze-rippled sea of barley and wheat let me vanish with the unknowable hare and the deer who run alone hearts throbbing and the blind shrew who can never know night. Advertisements

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Rain Town

Rain on the attic roof tender footsteps of youth remembered and all the unconquered possibilities of immaculate Saturdays waiting in glistening wrapping my beloved city where the crowds ebb and flow on station platforms like the systole of a giant … Continue reading

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The Great Escape

The dead aren’t coming back how many levels to this revelation? over time like falling leaves the waves of the symphony of loss impress upon us unexpected fragments: the sound of their voices saying our name their laughter and simple … Continue reading

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Architect

Go, when I am dead stand where I foresaw you would on garden steps to watch the light of dawn brighten the edge of a roof whose shape dipped or lifted to the sound of inner music which grew within … Continue reading

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The Fallen West

This may or may not end up being the cover (an extract from one of my late brother Ally’s most apocalyptic oil paintings), but this is the point when I announce that cult independent publisher Snuggly Books will be publishing my … Continue reading

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Warehouse Windows

Drowned world of blue memory broken warehouse windows in fragmented reflections moons sail like flickering white flags darting fish play among underwater ruins the chimneys stand guard smoking guns vandals throwing stones become doves wings mapped frozen in afterimage punctured … Continue reading

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The Rusted Millwheel

Look now how the old mill from which the town takes its noble name lies abandoned, boarded up its water wheel no longer turning stout heart and turbine of a golden age rusting hidden behind overgrown bushes the river rushing … Continue reading

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