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On Being a Woman From the start… there was something amissFallacious , but I could not place it.There were those missing ...

New Shoes in My Hands. Early morning he sleeps in my bedGently moving the sheets in my dreams. Above the rivers of ...

My Shadowed Mind. Tear off the glossy surface of the idyll And there beyond the birdsong And the flowering bedBeyond the ...

Monopoly. Go straight to JailDo not pass GO Do not look left or rightOr up or downDo not pass GO ...pass WENT. And ...

Mohammed and the Crescent Moon. Mohammad that old Polytheist of multi DeitiesWhen wandering thru crusty lands heard...Vociferations in the wind...And what ...

Mallarme Says... ‘To conjure up the negated object with allusive indirect wordsWhich constantly efface themselves in a complimentary silenceComes close to ...

Looking Back There’d beenA man in a boat...his limbs long and white in the lightOf the long moon-y nightsRowing with oars ...

London Town Well of course, you know I have been walking these streets For a very long time nowI keep looking ...

London Boy Just as as he was himself designed this wayTo live fine tuned The London boy invincibleRode cavalier ...with shaved ...

Laguna Beach . Five years ago..your hand was resting on my knee.Light touch , unsure.The effort was to seem to beWithout ...

Kitty Havisham In my Ruby BungalowIn the township of RaheenI sit alone in my Ruby roomA spinster humped without a loomI ...

Kenn Hook(who died of Aids) In tidal seas your passion’s raging swingWas full of stitch and sting......of injury and malady..of pang ...

Katoucha Out of Africa come tall dark beauties..And you were one KatouchaOf the Fula .... the scent of the hibiscus and the ...

How Can You Rise Again. Long leaded stained glass windowsThose souls of flickering crystals. I saw the coffin trundle off towards the ...

Harps and Violins The ashes have reduced to coldThe fire is out...The cockerel’s lost his crow and he is humpedAnd dying. ...

Gwen John. Gwen John...Were you walked uponAnd overshadowed By the mighty ego of Augustus JohnWho’s blank misogyny reached ever poreOf every ...

Georgia on My Mind. ....aggressive winds tonight...Gales roar and plunder me.... But I am having visions of O’Keefe ... skulls...... desert heat..I ...

Did I Stand By. We..who’ve parked our lives in some grey parking lotEnd up as woven into long and weary hoursOf ...

Death by Rape.. Her cry had been so loud But no one heard......all that she spoke of was forgotten She was the ...

Columbinus Beyond my door there is a sea of wonderSwaying in a warm and sweetening breezeThe beauty is so great it ...

Cave Vulva Come .....Enter Let us make new birth.The sun will rise and stretch your phallus strongAlong the light you’ll reach ...

Budimira. I do not know your name…… but I will call you Budimira…an old Croatian name.. You came home one day ..and ...

Being 16 Here is A Memory .. People in coats Arriving..Leading me Into the night. No clarity .it was lateAnd darkness. ...driven away... I was ...

Back from London. Now I am back from LondonEverything slows downThe quiet house seems like an abstract paintingWhere references to living ...

    Marian’s Passion She lived somewhereThat had become her life. The rising dawn crept up...Across the pallor of her faceShe knew the day ...

Poems - 2013