Journal
Below you will find some occasional reflections, news, poems reprinted from previous collections, and postings of new work.
Hieroglyph
Once, there was a bird that did not want to be a letter. / It threw shapes in trees, on walls, / chirruped of flight, sunlight beyond / the bestiary of any alphabet. / A bird that did not change / its meaning when faced / with east or west…
First Letter of the Hebrew Women to St Paul
‘…grace to you/and peace from God our Father. Now look here://Adam could have said ‘no thanks’ or ‘apples/disagree with me’. He didn’t. He had a bite/as well...’
The Barrier
‘… I read the sadness of pure/loss as it floods his face —/although I cannot see it./The still terror and yet/the acceptance of that/terror in the silent morning/bed before light and/movement…’