For CJ   We are more than the sum of our parts I found out there’s a word for that                  Gestalt Which Continue Reading →

For Ginny   Some days you wake up underwater all your plans drenched the mirror stays foggy long after the shower is turned off   Last week I watched a Continue Reading →

You asked me what I was doing now What something I was using to fill the hours “Just… writing,” I said, looking down and away You are unsurprised “The writer Continue Reading →

Talking to you is like forcing myself through a very small hole in a barbed wire fence with small brained certainty that the field on the other side is sweeter Continue Reading →

I’d forgotten I had this poem, which I wrote at the IIMML a couple of years ago, published by The Spinoff.

You have to breathe twice as long twice as deep, up here   It’s funny how you get the same problem if you go too high, or if you go Continue Reading →

Propesterous. What a grandiose claim. I’m personally offended, Sir. Maths has nothing to do with poetry.   (That’s not true, of course, but I’m allowed to say it – It’s Continue Reading →

A poem for Blair.

I wrote this poem for Roz Palethorpe. It is called Keystone.   The phlebotomist wanted to know what I was going to do with the rest of the day. I said Continue Reading →

Carrying the white basket on one hip down past the empty vegetable garden a low hum of bees in the flowering gorse   The path down here is cracked concrete Continue Reading →