Women I’ve Loved
What follows is a list poem where the list is implied instead of stated outright. I also experimented with persona,…
Biking Poem
My aim for this poem was to write a fast moving poem (can you read it in one breath, no…
Guttering, Choking, Drowning (After W. Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est”)
My intent here was to make a dream-like poem by adapting lines from Wilfred Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est”, echoing…
Men will never change.
In this poem I wanted to use form (here a sonnenizio) as an examination of itself, and after a suggestion…
Suppliant Knee
From the top of the world On the sunlit slope where pain is miles away Slick corduroy hills tempting speed…
Sonnet for K
The lines of father’s eyes are etched with pain his rasping fights this rain over the phone. He smiles at…
On Trepanning
What better way to open a mind, than drilling through the skull? The fool humours the surgeon, whose hand hovers…
The Crabber’s Curse
There’s a fog on this coast that’s thicker than most, it can trick a man’s eyes, make him stumble. If…