some recent poems:
I assumed the fear belonged to the woman in front of me.
It was the sort of fear someone like her might have
— 'the fear'
if I had a soul and wanted to look for it I wouldn’t look here where it’s light
I’d go into the dark night to find it because
I’ve been dead for days waiting for some connection
— 'the sick young girl'
For years we thought this kind of thing was imperious and very distant.
Then we found it was contemporary – very much of our time.
— 'Grief / Installation Piece'