Writing
2026
Meeting Peter at the Tate
First a visit tothe Giacometti exhibit.Haven’t been in London for years
For Love of The Word “Love”
Poets grabbed the word “love.”And they kept it for themselves.Does that surprise you?
There are days
There are days when the street is the most spiritless place on earth.You leave the house…
The Ref
Donny Lewis awakes each morning and mutters a disappointed “Oh, man!” first thing because he’s still…
Texan Thunderstorm
I moan of the subtle pain,hidden under my spinearched like an arrow
The Shawl Seller
Excerpt from my novel in progress, The Shawl Seller The Saffron Warriors, as the other team…
2019
Alive – or Otherwise
I open my eyesLow and behold, to my surpriseI am alive still
Feral mundane
Dark alleyWhere we metMaimed by your simper
Teardrop’s ash
What can I say, and howTo make the words into shieversWhere would I learn, and if…
I saw you on the bus
I saw you on the bus. I never knew you, but I knew you when. When…
Leftover love
I hid you in my thoughtDeep, in dark ravinesBehind mountains of chores
The kiss, the satin & a year
The smile descended in the roompast fiveOne wall was made of shade