Month: October 2019

Milkweed is conscious of those who are impertinent, as Autumn spreads out and the pods burst the kind of poems I write are ones you read when in need of hope stretched out underneath the vanilla sky. It’s interesting the way you twist words to work in your favour, step… Read more“Come again shining and glance in your good time oh naked wind, late morning”

In the watery black surface of my being there lie fragments of the moon I have swallowed, gaunt and pale as death the only witness being the silhouetted shape of the rising moors their gasps conveying a thousand stories. There appears to be no need of anemones their short stalks… Read more“Soliloquy – Confessions of a murderous lake”