Today the sky is grey, as in my heart, And ever stronger blows the winter wind, And one begins to doubt the clouds will part Above a world whose people so have sinn’d. Alone my heart will brave the … Continue reading »POEM: Winter, a Sonnet
This is Border Country. If you come here on a clear day, you can see into the future. Just a few seconds – but sometimes, that’s enough. It can be lonely. But it is peaceful in a … Continue reading »POEM: The Shore
See the dead on celluloid Dancing for a coin Down the shadows come, Hush the rhythm-drum And spirits join. See the dead on celluoid Beauty’s ashen grace Heavy footfalls crush, Upwards phantoms rush And zephyrs chase. See the … Continue reading »POEM: The Danse Macabre
Terry Pratchett describes the spark of an idea as follows: Inspirations sleet through the universe continuously. Their destination, as if they cared, is the right mind in the right place at the right time. They hit the right neuron, there’s … Continue reading »The Art of Writing Poetry
Paris is for Lovers. Paris is for Jazz Guitarists, Saxophonists, Seine-side Artists Paris is for Wayward Poets, Lost Composers Modern Stoics. Paris is for Nuns and Sinners Students, Bankers, New Beginners Paris is for Virgin Marys Whores and Revolutionaries, Singers, … Continue reading »POEM: Paris is for Lovers
If you think of me, think of me in low light and filters With a glass of something louche and smoky-green And Cohen playing whiskey-voiced beneath the window. Think of me graciously. Raving and obscene I am but … Continue reading »POEM: In Low Light and Filters
Ah! my love, the soldier-boy We follow him, for a time. When he falls, rises, falls once more, We pause. Alight. And watch to see If he will rise again. My little soldier, ever fighting on. You may sleep, … Continue reading »POEM: Sweet Soldier
Stub out that cigarette Lean back in that velvet chair and think of me. Perhaps you’ll turn your head And glimpse the crescent moon Outside the third-floor window. Exhale softly, Start to rise to close to curtains Then change … Continue reading »POEM: Late-Night Instructions
GOD LEADS US THROUGH DARK TUNNELS in purple flickering neon (as if it isn’t sure;) And I swear I’ve never seen a damn thing look so lonely (But maybe it’s just the misery talking.) stuck upon some haunted aluminium … Continue reading »POEM: Sign of Things to Come
This is a poem I had written a while ago, based on a prompt that runs “a 45 year old music critic falls for a 17 year old piano player hailed as a prodigy”. I can’t remember where the prompt … Continue reading »POEM: Euterpe