Wednesday, December 09, 2009

The importance of clear thinking

What happens in vagueness
Stays in vagueness

Saturday, October 24, 2009


Translation of Meddwi by Meurig Walters

I supped from the cup of your lips
I drank in the wine of your cheek
No moment was as sweet
As this lip-to-lip

My soul soared to the horizon
Sated by the charm of our love
At golden dusk
I was drunk from a girl's lips

Give to no other that cup
Offer no taste of that wine
I'll return in the night
With a burning kiss

Saturday, June 27, 2009

A contract with the new day

I'll do honour to
The thing inside myself that's
Greater than my self

Friday, June 19, 2009

Carefully Chosen Words: the book

Carefully Chosen Words, A selection of my best and most popular poems, including Belonging and Mary's lament, has been published by Carreg Ffylfan Press.

98pp, paperback, with colour covers., and only £7.99 + P

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Poets don't jog

Poets don't jog
You don't hear their footsteps coming from out of the morning fog
Not for them the red-faced gasping staggering slog

Poets don't jog
They'll still be in bed at midday sleeping like a log
Or face down on the sofa among the empties snoring like a hog

Poets don't jog
They're blearily looking through the kitchen for breakfast stuff to make their arteries clog
Or holding wine bottles up to the light in search of dregs so they can have the hair of the dog

Poets don't jog

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

End of the pier show

Wigan owes George Orwell no thanks:
He made the dismal pier a by-word
For squalor and industrial decay

But in the exuberant 1980s,
As the town faced its post-industrial future,
Heritage seemed a tangible asset

The 'Wigan Pier Experience' was born
From canals, bridges and warehouses;
The tourists failed to appear
The experience unwanted:

The heritage centre's now closed down.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

A new deal

The beggars
plead for change
But nothing does.