It was hard, Watching my Dad Staggering home from the pub, Up the dark Orange lit shadowed Street, From our dusty greased window, Two stories up, Looking down, Knowing, When the key slipped into the lock And he came through… Read More ›
Poetry
Magical Thoughts
When I experience hurt I indulge In magical thinking. Very annoying For others, Unfamiliar with the technicalities Behind my tricks. He or she May say, That “I” am mistaken in my observations. But with the wave of My… Read More ›
The Dinner
Ode To Social Anxiety Sitting opposite my wife With my napkin On my lap, I gripped my fork and stabbed the duck, Marinated in weird oriental sauces, so I thought, Served with a smashed potato, As I was crushed… Read More ›
Water and Ice
I recall a short story I had written in school back in Scotland looking out of our window at the whirling snowstorm blanketing our streets, roofs and gardens. We were young. My teacher said we could reach for the stars…. Read More ›
Trap
Wandering between two points With no other exit plan Wondering if I Will ever see the light of day Again Even though The sun is covering the earth In sweet golden light I am trapped between coordinates I put in… Read More ›
You Can’t Make It Up
I try to think Of happiness, As a concept Encapsulated in its own image. And laughingly believe I’ll be happy, Just by bringing to mind The thought, That thinking happy thoughts Would then follow Without effort And all would… Read More ›
Turtle Doves
Through orange heights, Through turtle doves, And through the alleyways, I see the love That hope enshrouds Descend and take away The thoughts I had of one I love A city far but near And in its grasp A… Read More ›
Purposeless
I woke up tired today. Hot sweet Expressos In tiny white cups, Stirred me a little. But lethargy, And the heat, And the crushing humidity Made me anxious, Gave me palpitations, Made me light headed And confused. … Read More ›
Rhetorical
I can’t shake off this furious anxiety That thwarts my breathing, to Shallow repetitive beats, Obscuring My capacity For normal thoughts, And when I wondered why those Intermittent perturbances Should even be? The question Answered itself. Image… Read More ›
No Card Needed
My signature on a Valentine’s card Will fade over time. But the aching intensity Of my love For you, Will never Be destroyed By moments.
A Different Country 