poetry

Grey shadows on grey concrete Slate Devoid of depth No true darkness here to hide in Or to die alone in Not someone there to miss          Or even hate Not here the solace of despair Nor the soft cool touch of hope or sorrow This soulless purgatory Locked forever under clouds of dust and […]

“The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.”       – Montaigne, Essais     I built my house from lust; From that moment Before skin touches skin When my hand hovers Above Her curving thigh – That moment When lips pause, part, And gasped breath Passes from one to the […]

You splurge out all your energy onto the page, in maybe 20 minutes or so. Just, bam, out there, everything in one poem draft, and you find yourself exhausted but you still stay with it, tweaking, copying it down into another book or word processing file so you don’t lose track of it. Maybe you […]