Haiku for Cathy
A sixth anniversary elegy.
Chuang Tzu & The Tree
‘Hui-tzu then said to Chuang-tzu, “I have a gigantic tree, but its trunk is too gnarled for the plumb line and its branches too twisted for the ruler; even if it were set in the middle of the road, carpenters would pay no attention to it. Now what you say is grandiose but useless, rejected by everyone alike….
Mi Wehs Once Ate Black Acorns Here
Mi Wehs once black acorns her, saw a monolith crash on awesome snow dust exploding to reveal our gods.
Chancing on Anna x
I was asked to write something about ‘Choice’ and decided that I’ve never had any where beauty is concerned….
Would she hav dun da saim ting fer a byrne?
Foetal fold tumble, cast-iron stairs, coal scuttle rubbish clanging silence then thud skid of snow. I forgot to twist cat-like in the air. Fuck shit piss wank Ow! Pick up detritus and lob it in da bin. Limp back up to the flat. Skid past avoiding his not-shouting-back facing the kitchen glass-fronted cupboards (where Ma kept her…
Flip Flops Fu Xing Park
An ancient woman expectorated towards my jumping giggling flip-flops. More tales were to be told in Fu Xing Park.
Pareidolia, My Sweetest Love
In Memoriam, Catherine Williams (1964-2017).
This is a poem about the mad complexity of grief.