Wednesday, November 07, 2012

New collection coming soon

My new collection of poetry, Removals, will be published December 1 2012 by Carreg Ffylfan Press.  Price £8.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Dead man walking

A well-balanced gait
May be misleading: I am
Limping with both legs

3/11/11

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Fallen

On this red earth world
We are distracted by
The earthly pleasures

2/11/11

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Losers

The trouble is, there's too much peace
The union leader said
There's no demand for guns and planes
What can we do instead?

The trouble is, there's too much peace
The politician sighed
I can't fly in to show the flag
Reflect our national pride

The trouble is, there's too much peace
That's the phrase they use
I'm not sure that's the problem
When I read the news

27/9/11

Monday, September 19, 2011

Removals


The car waddled over the speed bumps
And entered the college car park,
Sitting low on its springs,
Weighed down with stuff
And expectations

We climbed the stairs
And saw the room -
Blank and unobjectionable,
Then ferried the awkward boxes up
Adding personality and clutter
By increments

In no time it was finished
We parted
I returned in an empty car
To an emptier house


19/9/11


[a revised and extended version of this poem appears in the new collection Removals]

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Treatment

At the sex clinic
There's no appointment system:
It's first come, first served

10/9/11

Saturday, August 27, 2011

All change

A child leaving home
Is a very stressful time
(for the child as well)

22/8/11

Monday, August 22, 2011

The dating game

Every one-night-stand
Always ends the same, she sighs:
The men come and go

22/8/11

Monday, August 08, 2011

Futures

Chinese lanterns soar
Taking our wishes and hopes
To unknown endings

8/8/11

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Time machine

Italian cafe
Glass tables and strong coffee
50s atmosphere


28/7/11

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Changeable

Two days of the heat
Is enough to remind us
Why we don't like it

27/7/11

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The waters of Lethe

Grasshoppers kvetching
River runs slow and clear
Casts a drowsy spell


26/7/11

Still got it

A shop girl looks up
Steadily she meets my gaze
Then smiles a welcome


26/7/11

Monday, July 25, 2011

Gifts

The Prodigal Son
All callow thoughtlessness
Outshone his brother

Unfair or unwise
To favour the miscreant
Yet it's instinctive

We value others
For the love that we give them
Not the love returned


25/7/11

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Distance

Retreating ridgelines,
Increasingly hazy, fade
Into the dusk sky

20/7/11