How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,

Today I invested some time. In, The space between the spaces. Pushing through gaps thinner than… A particle here,

Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!

Honour yourself with all your hear… LGBT may be your homies but neve… If people are offended by who you… There is nothing straight acting a… There is nothing masculine or femi…

I’m living in the cellar of a dead… Duncan, my usual purveyor of all t… Told me, “his wife just called and… So, I rooted round a box of ports and…

How do you start to write a poem, “who do you love?” First, throw out the rhyme. Whilst lazy it just saves time. I have loved and do love many people in different ways, (read CSLewis,) ...

I don’t do drugs, I don’t do sex. I don’t like hugs, I don’t like pecs. I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.

If I had fingers, I would find things. I would fumble, feeling through drawers of cards and notes. Fond felicitations of folk, friends from days gone by; five new pence; four candles;...

I thought my heart was broken But now my heart is fixed I wished I had a cocktail And now the cocktail’s mixed. I’ve finally reached the age,

Four march hares dashing, Running right to left, From my window. Three march hares dash back, Running left to right,

I threw all my poems into the bin When I was young, I’d studied the way of the human p… By Freud and Jung. I felt they would make me feel

Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!