Category Archives: Poems

Small Things The value of all small things is in the space between seconds or the crossing of a black road wet with rain and separation a half smoked cigarette in a glass the bitter taste of coffee and the … Continue reading →

On The Shortness of Days though tiresius he was blind and sisyphus lost his mind captain hook was merely kidding and robin hood was simply willing a good rock would gather moss were it not for the lack of time. … Continue reading →

Train Thoughts On Iraq In a time of blood and war I am reminded of that thing – Revolutionary Fervour Shared by all men who seek Liberty or Enslavement equally From 1789 to 1848 From 1649 to Of Late – … Continue reading →

To the Queen of Charing-Cross [Sic] Oh where now is my sunshine Does this season reflect the end times Of our ignoble fall from Grace? Oh where is my fair Proserpine Her song I miss, her face Of Spring and … Continue reading →