- Books, Literature, and Writing
Body chords - a poem
shuffle the chords round the torniquet
a shrinking heartbeat drains our souls
a song rises between the ribs
lain by hands turned away by life
the music sings in a vein of blood
that carries life to the scar
your pale skin -
- opaque as entrails of smoke in the air we breathe -
is traced by blue thread
I'll reach the backbone of your joy
and touch the message in your eyes
I'll swim to you
find a vessel to you
pour the miles out to you
if the bones can move
if the moan is sweet
if the earth turns
I'll decipher the message in your eyes
- Desert poem
Returning from living six months in a small coastal desert town in Saudi Arabia, a roundabout outside London's Gatwick airport seemed like the Amazon jungle, so green, so lush. The emptiness of the desert was...
I first saw the photographs of Alfred Eisenstaedt in a museum in Johannesburg. I was stunned. Goebbels, Mussolini, Sophia Loren, Winston Churchill, T.S.Eliot, Somerset Maugham, children in the East of London,...
- Heaven (and tired angels)
Heaven (and tired angels) the morning after terrorist arrests Heaven is a room where the corners are curved They meet in the middle and point to the floor Butterflies glide and never flit...
- Finsbury Park Station - a poem
I have seen the death certificate died in Islington Workhouse 1914 Dead toes under starched sheets A name in copperplate - a plumber in Angel Court Inside my veins I carry the blood of people who...
- Morning Routine Poem
When I wake you are gone Not for long - where you were the sheet is warm Your clothes are flung around the laundry basket I pick them up and place them inside Your laziness is spread across the...