photos haikus and other things.

Monday, 15 December 2014

a golden moon

a golden moon peers,
skin becomes translucent,
inner workings now revealed.
and we realise 
that for you, 
just like for all of us:
everything has fallen apart 

Monday, 6 October 2014

off sick

light fights its way through
unbleached white linen 

wallowing in silver grey 
dull golden sheets drape 

bitter spaces in between ribs 
just realised they exist at all

sleep: a cruel distant star
in an invisible heaven. 

Sunday, 5 October 2014


whole sentences 
in air 
no one hears

just a fish 
saying nothing 

Sunday, 28 September 2014

the machine

this machine 
doesn't do
what I think it does

I guessed incorrectly
at the design
and can't make sense of the flaws
although I know that they are there 

the manufacturer was not to blame
nor the original owner
it was hired out: the machine,
to inexpert hands

they wished nothing more
than to examine the workings
and delicate parts 
for reasons I still can't tell. 

it strikes us now
that though irretrievably flawed 
the idea of the machine itself 
is the most beautiful thing 

that ever was. 

Friday, 5 September 2014


there is a buoy:
even in tides,
evocative of apocalypse.
it never sinks

life is too tempting,
too basically interesting (sometimes)
which makes it 
utterly impossible

for me to submit 

Thursday, 4 September 2014


dignity implodes
bare humiliation blooms
and then I remember in my daze:
"It's not about you"

forgiveness swoops in
gallantly sweeping horrors aside
leaving only 
the well marked broken eggshells
you carelessly trod on.
those and spilt milk

I still cry over it, though:
the milk.
and then I pick up the eggshells.

I glue them together 
for witches to make boats of
in which they will endeavour 
to sink my ship some other day. 


Wednesday, 16 July 2014

the golden amber pause

slender fingers unbind 
knotted formality
unpacking hours
filing away the day 

awkward little feet 
reside adjacent
wriggling some rhythm
but never keeping time 

at some point
the universe resumes 
all concerned will mourn 
the golden amber pause

Sunday, 6 July 2014

city of stems

summer is: 
lying in a universe of yellow
and deciding that in this moment 
heaven is here,
in the garden;
A city of stems

Wednesday, 21 May 2014


What was at one time
A faded orange rectangle:
Suddenly crisp 
As new, clean snow

Connections we
Had long lost hope for
Run once again 
Perfectly on time.

Friday, 16 May 2014

Sunday, 11 May 2014


uppercut to the glass jaw
lost keys 
not ever to be returned 

whoever said 
"the best things in life 
are the things 
where the journey 
is difficult 
and arduous"
obviously hadn't met you

the memory of it
still has the ability
To haunt me 
even though
all that you are is

a fading spectre of a past life

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Beside me

I know you'd rather 

Be beside me right now, pal

them's the bloody breaks 

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Animal Birthday

animal birthday 

learning to be a lioness
basking, actually basking 
under the naked sun 

one song can still overturn
churn earth, where new flowers 
Had just begun to take root

The significance of labour:
In and of itself, even if nothing else,
at least she is planting again

Friday, 11 April 2014

You Poor Fool

why are you
letting the thought
claw away your insides 
scraping pink tissue

did you really
for even a moment 
that it would just cease to exist 

you poor fool 


Friday, 28 March 2014

Psycho pig

I try to hold on 
To something I really like
And by the time
I can talk about it
I forget
And all I remember is

Psycho pig 

Tuesday, 25 March 2014


I inhabit an asteroid
I've not got anything
better to do

than feel sick
about something
that didn't even happen to me

never a colleague
to the stars
I missed them by miles 


hollowed out
followed by

haphazard taxidermy
the stitching is very poor

incise a tower
with my initials 

using a fingernail 
and human hair

attend a lecture called
"how to function"

disapprove of me
for not bothering to care

that you didn't clean 
the blood off your chin
after eating my heart out

Monday, 24 March 2014


so abundant to begin 
now mocking skin remains 

flesh crawls
evidence of enthusiasm
since ceased
sticky cheeks repulse 

Sunday, 23 March 2014

the day with you in it

the day with you in it
allows nature to seize me 
for herself

a wormery some days,
a bee hotel at other times

"It's never boring"
is my way of saying
it isn't good
but it's better than nothing 

Friday, 21 March 2014

when I was small

when I was small
after playing outside 
in the blazing sun
I had to sit in the classroom
doing fractions.

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Springtime in the Steel Cave

pretty amazed at myself for still feeling able to write about love. 


crushed petals 
inside the steel cave,
cartoon swoons
once believed to be myth.

bones actually bend:
the structure of my possible 
because I met you.

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Open Water

sea monsters writhe
emerald and cobalt
so desperate
so sensitively alive 
they are prepared to self destruct
in order to be free

the open water brings 
white, see through, 
perfect chances

momentarily dazzled
only the fight
the appalling tragedy of captivity
can give this liberty
a place in their history 

Sunday, 16 March 2014



a sky in recovery;
violet and lavender hues

panning my own insides 
for gold

making new meaning,
sextant in fist.

Friday, 14 March 2014

There's No Need

couple of new poems. one written on the train and one in my house.

The Morning After

Hooks fish inside for sins
As I scour over the raw
Barely remembered 
Hours for clues
Sandpaper and acid stripping back
Paying no heed to fun.

There's No Need

Scorpions pull
Stretch their best
There's no need
None at all
I can do it to myself