Latest Poetry

small poem ...

A French Limerick, if there can be such a thing ...

Of course it's no longer summer but I'll cling on to it for a little longer yet.  Just a little lefty vitriol for my brothers and sisters. Peace comrades...  ...

Part of the Priory Cottage series ...

half a lifetime ago   half a lifetime ago I found god or god found me unexpectedly   my wife despised the reborn me -  (we parted in acrimony)    I chose a pilgrim's way - a rough and flinty path on barefoot bleeding feet   hopped fishing boats to a northern isle   and found, and lost, and lost, and found, myself in solitude   [writing a letter to his wife, he sighs, he will ...

I've spent the lock-down rewriting and severely editing works, many (most) have appeared here - they are all much shorter but still, I hope, worth reading. Some have radically shifted perspective ...

Seeing the world through nursery rhymes ...

The Diuca finch builds its nest inside glaciers ...

That is the question ...

A rhyme for the times ...

The minute life stops being precious ...

One from the archives re-posted with audio. A special moment in time from my memory bank. I have written quite a few in rhyme.  Slain's Castle, Cruden Bay. Scene of the poem ...

This word "is" keeps me awake looking past somewhere which is to the left of nowhere in the middle of nothing filled with something. This word “is”   Take this word ‘is’: What is ‘is’? Just is? IS is is. Surely, there’s more? Must be more than just “is” I and S   “IS” And placed after ‘it’ Becomes ‘it is’. IT IS! But is it? The question remains:                         What is it, this “is”? ...

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a true account ...