Category: Poetry
The Forgotten Man
This is a piece I wrote after a long creative absence. I danced at Bohemian Grove with Molek and Lilith. Owls were silently watching and weaving spiders out of their webs. The Cremation of Care, a burning effigy sets Midsummer free. Presidents and moguls and artists thinning the gossamer veil. Nimrod fell before Babylon’s gates, as his dream
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Just The Touch Of My Pale Pink Hand
The controversy of the honours list this year, and the comment by someone that their father had received a lesser ‘gong’ for having fought for King and Country than had an interior designer, prompted me to bring my poem about my father into the light of day…
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Pillow Talk
Lust On My Tongue
Insignificant
The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief, Hilary Stanton Zunin You think small but inside this house you’re too much body, all elbows, knees and hollow heart banging against hard walls And when the ache in his voice his words, echo inside your head like discordant church-chimes
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