Where can you go when there’s nowhere to hide, when dark clouds roll, and nightmares ride, you see a path stretched dark with dread, it calls to the fears that live in your head. It waits for you with laughing lies, let’s you think light holds your eyes, but the blade is sharp, the aim is true, cuts away what’s
» Read morecommonest braking mechanism in the psyche preventing healing. Pic.: no © Bequeathed fear or sadness, the lifelong child, wretchedly miserable, clutches Heaven’s railings; denying them peace outweighs the cure. Goth:2008
» Read moreA favourite later poem, being an honest descriptive writing from the experience of actually being there and remembering the different impressions awoken, including from local news items at the time. Pic.: is of Cox’s Walk Walking Cox’s Walk, Dulwich, in 2009, enduring haunt from childhood, largely untouched since the last steam locomotive thundered through in 1954. Sadly, as for
» Read moreoI lived in Damascus, and that was wrong. Though it was a gift; I was surely too young, To understand how close windows utter love from beyond dust, Or to own friends everywhere with a simple smile of trust, With men and women at entrances and shy beauty behind windows with curious eyes; Or in indoors shouts of children and
» Read moreThe Family gathers… around the table they chatter and talk, emotions mingling amid the clink of glasses, feasting upon the crumbs of conversation, watching each other like fearful strangers, to one side the small child who is simple delight, a smiling innocent of delusions offspring plays happily ignorant of the judgement of others as their, mother smiles with a
» Read moreOne from my poetry collection “Idle Thoughts” (2005). Also published in the anthology “Voices from the Web (2004)
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