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The young man of great wealth
I did everything he asked of me. Modest in all my dealings, I killed no-one slept with no man’s wife, spoke truth and thought on heaven. Then he said “Sell everything you have and give it to the poor.” A blow across the face could not have hurt me more. My life of cautious virtueContinue reading “The young man of great wealth”
My Time
written in Tippex on a broken house tile stamped out on a blank sheet of snow drawn by a finger on some foggy window scribbled in the back of an exercise book whispered in the darkness of a flickering cinema turned into a song by Ed Sheeran printed on T shirts, birthday cards, pencil casesContinue reading “My Time”
Junkyard
Down the dusty, data-blown back streetsof my computer’s hard drive liesthe dumping ground – the placewhere failed poems go to die,and fragments too, which make me feelembarrassed or ashamed –lines leading nowhere, overgrownwith lush, excessive, choking adjectives;a rusting heap ofContinue reading “Junkyard”
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A Terrible Fear of Cheese 