I try to mend the unruly tapestry of my life my fingers brittle and bleeding I work on the go…

My Grandmother’s eyes are speckled Like a trout. But fish-like she is not. Feline a better word to describe the…

some see beneath the surface more easily they feel the most and suffer most but they are the ones with…

bone-shredding day of fear. I walk to the gardens in MoMa. I lie on a wall and try to count…

I leave feeling more apart from you than before we spoke. A skimmed stone which holds infinite soaring promise And…

Your love has varnished my old dull life And breathed the bad away. I’d been living in a wet Tuesday…

Dream-squeezed eyelids open. Wake up to the circus. Iron out the sleep-scrunched face. Too much colour, too much noise. Thoughts…

Looking at The Floor Scrapers by Gustave Caillebotte.   nothing to be learned. no improvement. the daily toil of making…

The poems come out all the time Covered in the grime of rhyme. That sense-obscuring goop That doesn’t give a…

the jungle makes no pretty scene, no postcard. it pulses and thrashes, rehashing well worn woes and knots new neuroses…