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A Simple Field. There is a simple field beyond the this and that of hedges..My cuneiforms were worn….All seven of my ...

7am i’m in my bedroom now…beyond the windowLies a dream…Oh let me go to YAP ! And there… Passed Mangrove swamps that line ...

  Under the Bough (1) Standing underneath this bough,I’m thinking of the rivers that I never saw.The Wonders of the WorldI do ...

Two soft autumn roses…pink… sway in the morning mist.Their gentle beauty…self contained in peace,Does not consolemy inner screams.… Their grace and their ...

Time is not linear .The future’s always vagueSometimes it looms as sinister, It is an unknown blur,marked by our bargaining with ...

  The Triumph of Death. A cunning virus floats throughout the air..And there…the rich and poor are one The Black Death is ...

  The Poets The land was arid, barren bald.Dust dry and dying on the orb.The beggared farm hands pinched and spent …moved ...

    The Onion. The Onion is mysterious.It is an ancient Asian rootmade up of layered skins. The apple has it’s pips within.The plum ...

The Ode not Taken In this only life we whine against our livesand then our death…and Keats was dying…dying…dying. ...

The Jumping Girl. For months she could be seenup on Gal Darach hill. The girl was young and lean.She’d jump high on ...

The Joker in the Pack. Low lamp shines down….The gambling begins. The cards are dealtThe sweat is moist,The money mounts.A car ...

The Decorated skin.   We look.. but only see the decorated skin.And that becomes a barrierto all that lies within. The lips of ...

  The Cottage Photograph. They have all gone.That life which lived within,has long departed from this dying shell. The sound of mortal voices…has ...

Temples of Moss A scintillant dawn broke open and bright.On the path there was sorrowful dust.The crunch of the gravel beneath ...

Talking to a Photograph. Iguana…I’ve come to say hello to you.You are Old World..100 million years.I am New World…In need of ...

Talking to a Photograph. (2) The corner of this grimy street is dusty and unswept…and yet..The eye is drawn in.It’s picturesque. It ...

Spring 2020 With strictly silent streets and roads,The city is remote… Sliced by a sullen railway linethat never moves… And whilst the ...

Poems - 2020