For The Soldier We think we know what it means to love. We say it we would do anything for… Read more For The Soldier

People Poem
For The Soldier We think we know what it means to love. We say it we would do anything for… Read more For The Soldier
Big Stupid Dog The dog was big and pointless. It was a big, stupid, pointless dog. It does nothing well,… Read more Big Stupid Dog
Not Crazy But Mad They aren’t crazy It isn’t that. That’s how they look, with their broken glass stare and… Read more Not Crazy But Mad
New Tricks Old Dog even a young pup can sometimes show an old dog a book of new tricks
Together Apart Not every word will be kind not every kiss will be gentle not every thought will be nice… Read more Together Apart
Burn Their Money Money is power The rich have too much power Just burn their money
Money is only dirty if your hands are filthy.
Maids of Steel Women made of steel created to celebrate the steel in the maids
Crying Quietly Senryu a babe in her arms she rushes home to her life crying quietly
The Thief Taking A Poem I saw the thief as I went to do the shopping, in the early morning,… Read more The Thief Taking
afternoon half light grey and rainy autumn day a comforting gloom
The English seaside A loveley place to visit Lonely place to die
In the middle of a shabby council estate, a girl gets on the bus. She is wrong. Something about her… Read more Girl On The Bus
One year gone, one year on, but I remember you. That little girl with a cherry red flame of hair… Read more I Remember You
What would I do, if not for you? Would I survive, or even thrive? Would I make do, and better,… Read more If Not For You
Safely gathered in, this harvest has been brought home. Man will eat this world.
love lies bleeding on the floor love lies always nevermore
Watching People Die I sat and watched her as she died. My grandmother, Winnie. Her skin, always white and weather… Read more Watching People Die
It is very hard for us to do the right thing for the wrong people
People with the drink problem. I simply can’t stand them. Not the alkys or the winos, not the mothers in… Read more The Drink Problem
Carved on the stone is a name long forgot Cut by the hand of a man we know not The… Read more Unmark My Grave
Dragging on, drawn out and drugged up, demented or diseased, and probably both, the ending we will meet is not… Read more The Way To Go
Good ones never stand Bad ones stand for themselves Political rule
She’d gone too far. This time, too far. She’d made a small man out of him, though he stood six… Read more A Small Man Belittled
My Mother’s Hands It’s late. I’m reading a book, unlearning how to write, or maybe not. I see an old… Read more My Mother’s Hands