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Memory IV

What do we recall of

past loves? Are there

letters? Gifts?

Mementoes? Something

bought together that has

somehow stayed in your hands?

A book recommended? A

piece of music? A

particular place? A

view? Or maybe it’s a

scent or a way you were

touched, a crooked morning smile, a

way of speaking, words

said, or words you wished

hadn’t been said? Or

more recently was there an

email or a gif or a

post on Twitter or

Instagram? A secret

message on any one of a

hundred sites? Will you

remember what all that

meant? What you felt, what you

thought was so

important and is so

irrelevant now but

lingers on in your


Memory III

Life picks a way through

thorns, which some feel

sharply while others

brush past but each

thorn retains something

torn off, a shred, a

tatter, sometimes a whole

skein of memory which

hangs there forever

beyond recall.


Her sage-green nightdress
sways on the washing-line
as though she were within it,
dancing in that “I
don’t care” attitude, that
subtle bump of rhythm that says
Come Hither,
Go Yon.
Want me?
Find me.

Braced for Love

He remembered the first girl he’d kissed at school,
how their braces had clashed, how they’d
laughed, then got that serious look and
got on with the business of kissing determinedly.
Well, his teeth didn’t need bracing now but his
body did, as did this woman’s, and after so many
kiss-less years, the yearning was
palpable as mouth leant towards mouth and their
chair-wheels clashed with the same sound as
brace on brace, and for a moment they
stared into each other’s eyes, then laughed and
got on with the determined business of kissing seriously


Is there sadness in the

silence of the night or

is there hope?


We can’t be quiet,

us people: we are like a

murmuration of starlings,

noisy, chattering, nosy,

changing direction in the

blink of an eye and

changing again a

moment later,

noise being our nature, and



Sometimes my stomach aches

as though I wanted to

give birth, but its just

emotion congealed with

apathy, the sad desire for

things that have changed to

stay unchanged.


But then the


calls me to its

hectic ruckus

and my wings

open of their

own accord.

Wine with Water

Once or twice, the wondrous
gush of her orgasm would be darker,
hotter, my probing penis having
hastened her flow, the
egg that got away smearing its
red yolk onto my groin, the sheets, her
rouging cheeks, as if I would mind her
fertility, her womanhood, as if I
wouldn’t drink a little
wine with her water and not
love her for it.


We expect your throat to be capacious but
choke on our toothbrushes: expect
contortions when our
bones creak; expect a
waxed vagina to host a
hirsute pubis.

We wrap up warmly yet still
expect you en déshabille, or
dressed like sluts to complement our
designer suits, our jewels snug in
comfy boxers whilst your waist is
cinched to wincing in that corset we
thoughtfully bought you.

You must of course be sweet smelling and
spotlessly clean, both
inside and out, while we
muss your hair when we
pull your immaculate face into our
misguided idea of hygiene.

So why, after all these millennia, haven’t you
changed us? Don’t tell me that
somewhere beneath that
civilised veneer, there is a
secret hankering for a

Everyday Emotions

We sometimes forget the

everyday emotions which

define our days: the

soft breath of your

sleeping loved one, or the

snores which woke you up; the

smell of the coffee and the

endless wait for it to perc; the

gentle rub of the cat

waiting to be fed and it’s habit of

tripping you up in its anxiety; the

splendour of dawn and that

freezing gust of wind as you

open the door; the

beauty of birds

pillaging the garden and their

long streaks of shit on

newly-cleaned windows.


This is but the first hour of a

day that a poet must hymn or

such everyday emotions will be

lost forever.


Do words make you,

like me, cry?

Have you felt

hot tears, those

sprung by shame,

embarrassment, humiliation?

Or those icy cold tears of the

shrug of indifference, of

lost love dripping onto

chill pillow? Has some

song squeezed your

throat, some movie

made you sit through

endless credits to

stifle sobs? Was it

something your child said?

Do your eyes

swim with sunrise,

shed with dusk,

moisten with the Moon?

Or perhaps they just

let loose with laughter?


Well then, you are human

after all.

Near or Far Away?

Near or Far Away

We often confuse

what is near with

what is far away, like

loved ones mere

miles from here who

might as well be stars.

Temperature's Rising

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