I’m not that sort of man. I tried anyway, tools out, lip set straight. pipes untethered , wet spreading across it all. I’m not that sort of man. This liaison held tight by strident moral conviction Caesar defeated, by holy Roman plumbing I’m not that sort of man. U Bends become U turns, Bravado ends…

Two Poems that took my breath away At it’s best poetry is a distilled compressed snapshot of what is going on in someone else’s head and sometimes what is going on in someone’s head is a vibration of the state of the world. Cask strength emotion served as it comes without ice or soda, you…

These words are dangerous , encapsulated in shells of iron will , rusting under brining tears These words are dangerous, most walk by eyes cast down , a threat to flesh and civility These words are dangerous, that which is cried can’t be undone, no father absolving your fears These words are dangerous, yet here…

 * The other day I had what can only be described as a totter.  A moment of feeble insecurity , the frailty showed through. Once it would have been a forceful stumble, purposefully misplaced. But now I take my place in the totter camp , waiting to own ‘a fall’. * Every home that housed…

For Palestine When I was 12 hours old the world came to an end. Missiles flew through the air, reciprocity reigned. We were atomically cleansed from the earth. We the people of respiration  , millions of hearts pumping, lungs heaving , the end hung above us , a punctuation, an apostrophe , an exclamation, apocalyptic…

The day after I was born a human error was made on a US national security computer the size of a car. A training tape was fed into the machine and in return it concluded trouble.Screens across America showed the sky was full of Soviet ballistic missiles. As is often the case things were not…

I had fish and chips and now I’m drinking whisky and a glass of stout.The terrier is snoring at my foot and little pleasures make a life and this is the way of my people.

The ether flows in the bedroom window , it creaks and crackles in my lungs. My body flexes and fluxes , riding a tension between fortitude and frailty. My heart loves the delicious, chilled scent , my respiratory system seems less sure. This icy draught has flowed off the melting polar mass , buffeted the…

The sea looks welcoming today. The sea looks like paradise they say.

A hot sear dances with a cold ache at the base of my skull Where spine meets head a mini trauma is playing out Scanned memories of what crime I may have committed Have I drunk with wild abandon? willfully blind to future pain? What did I eat? Did I sleep with sufficient air? Messy…